ENCASED IN AMBER Do you remember me?” These are the four words I hated saying because I was never certain about the answer I would get. If they did remember me, how would I know that they weren’t lying? I’ve been stuck in here so long, just waiting. Waiting for the day some- one tells me that I can leave. Waiting for the day someone talks to me again. Waiting for the day someone sets me free. However, no matter what, that day gets farther and farther away. Everyday, it feels like I’m forced to watch the world move on without me. People are out there saving lives, reuniting with friends, living life. It might not be in the best circumstances but at least they’re happy. I wanted to hear someone say my name again. I want- ed someone to treat me like a person again. I wanted to stop wearing a mask around people and actually be me.
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