July 26, 2015

“The children never seemed to sleep. Eventually, as the day grew later, they all fell quiet but their eyes remained open. The children stared into space. They looked at the walls. Their eyes rolled from one end of the room to the other. In those moments, they seemed like contemplative children. They were the sort of children any parent would want, fifteen little ones all with closed mouths and wide eyes. Whenever I saw the children that way, I felt almost fooled. These children could not possibly be the monsters I thought they were. But the quiet was a trap.”


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