She has this way about her. They gravitate toward her. Maybe it is intentional on her end, maybe she is blind to it.
Looking at her now, I think she is blind in it. She is so lost within herself, I don’t think she notices the outside world’s reaction to her living presence anymore.
I see her talking to this shadow lurking behind her.
She looks better now.
Not the same as before and not where she should be. But, better.
Whether she notices it or not, we notice her.
We see her smile from ear to ear when Drew runs over and scoops her up, Alex and Cam following suit.
The girls and I hang back, smile, and run over to her after the boys find it in them to let go of her.
Each one of them.
She’s always been a boy’s girl. I used to think she wanted the attention.
I still do.
But still, I run over and hug her. I celebrate her being here.
Here in the apartment, yes, but really, I celebrated her being here, on Earth.
She is small. But, she is here.
Her voice booms the way it used to. The last time I saw her, her voice shook.
4 months ago.
The last time I saw her was four months ago and I hadn’t seen her since. She disappeared.
Some say rehab, others say drugs. Looking at her in the entryway of Andrew’s apartment I think if I asked her where she has been the past four months she would say “I don’t know.”
“Finding myself,” maybe.
Now she is here, though.
And, still the center of attention.