another detail of The Burden

In his infancy, my son was taken countless times. Once, I went to take a shower while my infant was sleeping soundly. Five to ten minutes later, I come out and find him gone. I search for him in panic. I go up the small stairwell into my SIL's house and find her children playing with my son on the rug, taking pictures. In those days he was the rag doll, the "toy". He was taken from me without permission in Synagogue and passed around during prayers, even at nap time. I wasn't allowed to be angry