Twenty years ago today (well, okay, technically yesterday, but whatever), I was six years old. It was night, and I was quietly slumbering in my bed. I still shared a room with my sister, who is 3 years older. My mom was pregnant with my little sis.
Suddenly, our sleep was disturbed. Our parents pulled us out of bed, carried us downstairs and put us down in front of the TV. I had no idea what was going on. I asked my mom why we were watching TV.
“This is a historical moment. You see those people? Some of those people haven’t seen their mommies for a very long time. That big wall was keeping them away. But now, they’re tearing it down. They can see their mommies again.”
“But why didn’t they go to their mommies when they wanted to?”
“If they tried, bad people came and put them in jail.”
I think this is when I fell asleep again. But I’m still grateful to my parents for dragging us out of bed so we could witness history.
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