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I chance a peek and see Adam is still staring at me. James
is staring at the Automat.
“I like her hair,” Adam says, and I’m not sure who he’s
talking to.
I watch the two of them as Adam helps his brother get
ready for school. James is so full of life, so full of energy, so
excited to have his brother around. It makes me wonder
what it must be like for a 10-year-old to live on his own.
What it must be like for all the kids who live on this street.
I’m itching to get up and change, but I’m not sure what I
should do. I don’t want to take up the bathroom in case
James needs it, or if Adam needs it. I don’t want to take up
any more space than I already have. It feels so private, so
personal, this relationship between Adam and James. It’s the
kind of bond I’ve never had, will never have. But being
around so much love has managed to thaw my frozen parts
into something human. I feel human. Like maybe I could be
a part of this world. Like maybe I don’t have to be a
monster. Maybe I’m not a monster.
Maybe things can change.