I will never forget the night the Defenders knocked on our door.

 I will never forget the tall men, who demanded to know why our family defied the government.

 I will never forget the look in my father’s eyes, as he was dragged struggling over our threshold, out the door.

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 I will never forget the silence, sitting heavy in the flat, as we listened to his screams echoing down the corridors like lost ghosts.

 I will never forget the tears that streamed down my cheeks, hot and fast.

 I will never forget my brother’s pale face, stretched tight as he clicked the lock.

 I will never forget that night in the spring.

I know I will never forget …. But I wish I could.