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Separation

I think how unbelievably painful it must have been to have your child or children sold away from you at an auction.

To look your child in the face as you are ripped apart by some stranger that considers you to be less than human.

Do you tell your child "it's okay", or "everything will work out", or "I'll find you"?

You know that it is the last time you will ever smell, touch, or look at that little person ever again.

What method or methods do you use to cope? Do you create stories, songs, or dances? Do you let your anger fuel you to do better work? Do you rebel and go after your new "master" knowing that they may kill you and your child, but that it's probably a better fate than going to work for him?

Separation