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A Date with Democracy

That was what A said as we walked to the polling station hand in hand. It always puts a lump in my throat, voting, the sight of people making a choice, old, young, moms with babies, immigrants. This is a privilege and it’s an uncommon one in our world.

It was an old-fashioned process with pencil and paper. ID presented, my name was crossed off a sheet. The girl with pale green nails handed me a folded ballot. I took it into the booth (not curtained as in the google image today, but three sided cardboard on a table). I marked my X. I put the ballot in the box.

Nobody knows what the results will be. In our first past the post system, the percentages revealed by polls can’t call it. I have my hopes. But whatever the outcome, I am grateful for the fact that we choose and in 4 years we can choose again.

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Lilian is the author of Web of Angels, a novel about a mom with DID (multiple personalities). She's also the author of the historical novels, The River Midnight and The Singing Fire, about secrets, friendship and motherhood in 19th century Poland and London. https://liliannattel.com

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