September 22, 2020
I don’t exactly remember the first time I heard about a deadly respiratory virus that was beginning to ravage a part of China I had never heard about.
But I remember crying at some point. And I remember not long after getting the feeling that this virus’ arrival in Canada was inevitable; the sense of foreboding.
The clench in my gut when I thought of what might happen to all the Chinese shopkeepers whose faces I knew but whose names remained unknown to me. Wondering if their imports could put them at risk; knowing that peoples’ reactions to the virus most certainly would.
And I remember being told that school events were being cancelled. And realizing we would eventually be locked down.
But I never once imagined that it would last this long.
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