July 9 Daily Entry -- Tomorrow

I will wake up tomorrow and it will be 1992. I will be in second grade. I will go to school. I will see the parents and teachers full of confidence in science, in democracy, in the fabric of our communities.

I will hug my grandmother. I will eat a snack without fear of what it may do to me. I will feel at home in my body. My world will make sense.

Perhaps I will remember the present-future. A bad dream. A dark premonition. I will hope against hope it may end differently this time. I hope and pray it will be different.

But if not, at least I will soak up that time once again. I will fortify myself against the threat of the future. I will burn that time into my brain and live in it forever.