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As I walked home from school that afternoon, I decided that if Comrade Li planned to send us away, I would talk Mother into hiding until we could find Father. But I wasn't sure who would dare take us in. My head hurt as I tried to remember friends we used to have and patients my parents had treated.
Inside our courtyard, a stage made from old tables sat in front of our building. I instantly broke out in a sweat. Today was the day I had feared for so long.