The DoorframeStepping out of the car, the taste of popcorn still lingered in my mouth. The night air was cold, but I still felt warm from happiness and excitement. The church in front of me was a silhouette, lights softly creating contrast of bricks and glass, and as the car behind me pulled away, I walked forward, excited to find my family so I could tell them about my night. At first, I waited outside, walking along the stone separators in the pathway. I sat on the edges of the flower boxes; I wandered around until my arms were growing cold. Finally, I was impatient enough to go inside, and try to find my parents.
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The BoyI look at the boy across from me, and think to myself: he doesn't look like a murderer. Confused, lost, maybe, but not a murderer. The adults talk in the background, and this Christmas morning feels hauntingly disconnected from the rest of the world. There in front of me, my cousin sits. Or, something like a second-cousin sits. We're related, but I don't know how. Somehow, those hard brown eyes, and that 8 year old body are related to me. I look at his face, I mean really look at it. It doesn't seem like a child is sitting there. It looks like everything inside him has quickly hardened to protect itself. My family doesn't believe he did what he's accused of. They sit with him, and have my siblings play with him. He moves among them as if knowing he's not really a part of this world anymore. He carries a weight on his shoulders I can't even begin to understand.
The Piggy-bankThere's a giant piggy bank on the soda fridge at my work. On the bottom is the name "Pork Chop". This bank has been here longer than I have, excluding one time when my bosses mother took it down to the jewelry store a few shops over. Now, it's back, but it brings a memory of the humorous time when the pig disappeared. I can only think of the elderly lady with the shaky smile that I watched carry it off.
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