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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Dull yellow.

"Come on Eliza we have somewhere to be." My mother yells to me.

I can guarantee that no one else is around because she wouldn't break her kind and soft manner if there were people around.

According to Luci (the computer) this kind of behavior isn't annoying people are supposed to act.

They are not supposed to push a big voice and everything they do.

After she continued to yell from Baby and I to get there faster I finally let Baby walk faster with me.

I get into the car without help and sit there while putting baby who has to sit in a crate when she's in the car.

Evidently baby makes a 'big mess' in the car, but Dad says otherwise, so doesCelia.

When my mom starts driving for longer than we usually spend in the car and I question why we aren't home yet, especially since we live 10 minutes away.

We take note for Milyer turns, or shop at any stop signs or stoplights, it's like we're going on atrip where public transportation works don't exist.

"We're meeting with new friends." She said.

It'll probably be another 10-year-old kid who just became blind that needs the counseling I never got when I was 10 because I was 'too difficult' or too 'un-relatable' to work with.

Mom pushes this on to me all the damn time and I hate it. She claims it makes me a better person a person of God.

My illness is not a charity case and I don't think she knows that.

"Come on, let's go, we're here." My mother says as she comes to a complete stop.

All three of us get out and with the help of the other two I make it up the stairs to the house.

"Now be nice." My mother says as she rings the doorbell.

Any normal person would have assumed she was talking to the dog, but no she was talking to me.

"Hi Margo!" A cherry woman says, but it doesn't sound like my mother's fake cheery, it sounds genuine.

There is a kiss noise and then the other woman says, "I'll go get Dekan you all can stay here real quick."

Dekan is the weirdest name I've ever heated in my life. I'd have to tell to tell Grandma Reid about it, she'd find it interesting.

Now that I know that it's for charity work I tell myself mentally that I have to be kind, but I don't want to, at all.

"This is Dekan, he's been fully blind for about four months." Dekan's mother said and I introduce myself my sweetest tone so I don't scare the kid.

But what surprises me is his voice it's more adult like than anything.

"I'll lead you two outside so you can chat."

I'm following this woman I've known for two seconds outside I'm sure my mother believes that she is doing charitable thing by doing this.

When we are alone I pop a question, "Describe yellow."

He seen it, he knows the one.

He says uh for at least 10 seconds straight before answering, "Yellow is the color of a lot of flowers, it is pretty."

His voice sounds almost as dull as his description.

He's certainly not Elijah.