I was sitting there. Alone. I checked, nobody’s around, so I’m pretty much sure about it. My mind didn’t comprehend, but my heart understood. I was owned. There were moments that my heart ached. It cried. Maybe it reminded me of something. Maybe it stirred memories suppressed, memories I forgot ever existed. Or something. Something. ”Are you watching me?”, the boy asked at one point. I used to ask the same question. I have never gotten an answer. Maybe there was an answer. Maybe I wasn’t listening carefully. Maybe I was hoping for a different one. Maybe. “Brother” , was the first line. And I knew right away. What, I don’t know. I just knew something.
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