may eleventh, year two thousandth and ninthe.
six am mornings with sunlight strips through the window and imperfect braids in pink hair ties and pale faded lavender night dresses with Mickey Mouse emblazoned on the front and oily faces with no sleepless shadows and hazelnut coffee with an extra teaspoon of extra-caff and peeled bananas chopped not exactly in half and three Smucker's blueberry-spread buns with lots of crumbs and nights reading Gaiman evading parental insomnia-control and hours spent waiting for the sky to turn black to blue and for that manga page to be updated and fourteen more days not worrying about school or gaining weight or making friends topped by a summer spent mostly indoors and good God writing this now with others ahead and freedom in sight...
and being alive is an amazing thing.
now smile and go out there and live like you want to.
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