| He gets up every morning. Sometimes he wonders what makes him do this. He thinks there is a special voice that makes him move, because he knows that if there wasn't then he would stop moving altogether. He walks the streets. He's walked many different ones but he's never noticed much difference. He finds the darker places, the ones he knows he must travel in, the ones his life has taught him to survive in. He asks his questions, but nobody ever knows. He shows the photo but nobody ever sees her. She's on a list somewhere, an official list in a big building, along with twenty thousand others on the list of the disappeared, the gone-away's and run-away's. He tried to tell them she was his daughter, they said they were all somebodies daughter. He thinks he hear's a voice, and in the morning it makes him get up. He thinks he hear's her voice. If he didn't he wouldn't move at all. |