Normal kids don't have that bag.
That bag that sits in the corner of my room, awaiting its first journey.
That bag is filled with typical things.
2 changes of clothes.
One for the summer, one for the winter.
A toothbrush with toothpaste.
A blanket.
A phone charger.
A stick of deodorant that has probably expired by now,
does deodorant expire?
That bag also has some not-so-typical things inside of it.
A lighter my mom bought for me, meant for "candles".
A sticky note covered in phone numbers written in purple ink.
A book of poems by the famous Shel Silverstein.
An emergency 20-dollar bill.
The bag has many more things inside,
things that will help me survive out there on my own.
Every time I capture a glance at that tattered black bag,
I am reminded of the possible future it holds.
In a best-case scenario, that bag will remain there until it is no longer of use to me or anyone else.
Best-case scenarios almost never happen though,
do they?
