You do not see me.
We share pieces of each other.
But you do not see me.
I peek my head through your door multiple times a day.
But you do not see me.
I ask you questions like How are classes going? Can you please set the table? Do you need anything from the store? Would you like to go on a walk with me? Is everything okay?
But you do not see me.
We walk the same floors, wash our hands in the same sink, and both smell the same funk that signals the trash can needs to be emptied. Continue reading “The Unwanted Superpower”