My family. My mother, my father, my sister. Axel. Everyone, everything, all I want comes to me. My mother and her long beautiful black hair. My father with his scruffy beard and my baby sister, only a year old. The pitter patter of feet, the noise our microwave makes when the door is left open, the unfolding of my father's taped together glasses, the crunching noise of my mother's home grown apples, the smile she makes when she said she loves me, the curve of my father's lips when he asked me for ice cream, the crying late in the night for more milk, the rusted swings in the back, the blue rug beneath our television, the pop of a bubbling soda. None of this was mine but I have it. My family. I have them now. all in my head. A collection of memory. Something to call my own.
"Look at me."
"You're human."
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