I slouch against the cool, iron frame of the seat. The shade of the wall has shrunk as the sun rises overhead. The words fly over my head as my thoughts turn to my shade of my room. I give a silent sigh that I thought passed unnoticed. But as I look up, I see my mother frowning at me and realize that I could have been slightly more discreet. Luckily my cousin-in-law says something and my mother turns back to face her. My relief is tinged with an edge of bored frustration. What did she expect? I could hardly join the conversation over my cousin’s pregnancy. I may have had firsthand experience in being squeezed out like toothpaste, but

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I've always been watching you. The first step you took, the gleam in your father's eye as he looked at you. When you fell and grazed your knee, the puddle you slipped in. At the site of the crash, in the twisted metal and the cracked glass. The tears you cried at your father's funeral, the light glinting off the polished coffin. So when you called me that night as the clock struck twelve, I was there. You said the words that opened the door and I was free. I reached out to you, I pulled you in, I took your place. Are you watching me?

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