It felt late in the evening, I remember it being warm outside. People regularly came to the Dutch door in the kitchen. People regularly came but rarely spoke to us kids. Us kids peeking out from around the counter. People came and left all day. Everyday. Like we were invisible to the people. Like the people were never really there. The people came and left as if we were never really there.
He called out from the opening. He spoke like me. He spoke to me. Together we struggled to form spoken words like those around us so eloquently used. I didn’t understand what he said. I didn’t understand what he was talking about. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to say it.
He made no sense to me. But for the first time in my life, one of the people seemed happy to see me. I wasn’t invisible, he could see me.
I remember we were allowed to swim. It was dark out. It seemed magic. I could hear them laughing. The water was silky. The circle was glowing. The mysterious circle under the diving board. The edge of which I balanced on when in the deep end. The light was on. I didn’t know the pool had a light. The shadows it made were dancing. Magic. He said his name was, “David.”
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