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My son could not enjoy the beautiful, bright yellow fish with the willowy fins

Very quickly, after exactly seven days, and we’re told to get up, which is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life

“How do you do it? I mean don’t you feel stifled? Sweaty? Do you ever eat? I’ve never so much as seen you even adjust your mask”

Cold dread mingled with an absurd sense of validation at having my fears confirmed

But I realized, too, that if I walk around with balled fists, I will not be able to grasp anything new either

“Who’s going to make sure the milk isn’t spoiled, Ema?” my kids pondered. But the kids’ breakfast was the least of my problems