“Do You Have a Home? Do You Feel Warmth? Do You Know How To Care For Your Family?” As I write this, entire cities in China are in lockdown. People are trapped and unable to reunite with their parents. Schools close. Markets close. Trains stop. Airplanes stored away. Only things that are open: Hospitals. The constant flow of information between face masks. My mouth. Mother’s words Strike me like a gong: “Do You Have a Home? Do You Feel Warmth? Do You Know How To Care For Your Family?”
I don’t know why. I don’t know how she managed to send this email, Or why she needed to feel A connection that couldn’t Last for longer than a “Are you ok” Or “I’m just fine”. I could just show her my face, Or I could hide Until tomorrow, When she stops thinking about me. “Do You Have a Home? Do You Feel Warmth? Do You Know How To Care For Your Family?” I read the news again. Spreads to North America. Thailand. Britain. Australia. Death toll confirmed. Authorities will “try their hardest” to respond. Death toll rises. First death confirmed in Beijing. My home city. “Do You Have a Home? Do You Feel Warmth? Do You Know How To Care For Your Family?”
Post-outbreak confessional, January 27th, 2020 fh 32
