There's memories. Vague memories just out of your grasp. Things you only remember as distant lights and muffled conversation.
Celebrating holidays with your mother in your home, neighbors visiting, running around the house and laying on the carpet,
upside down, staring at the blurred sight of your mother and her friends drinking wine while you should've been asleep hours back.

You're tired. You remember a girl you used to be friends with, with ears just like your own. You wonder if it ever really
happened, or if it was one of those things you made up as a kid to cope with the fact that you had no friends.

You shouldn't sleep right here, on the sidewalk, so you reluctantly get back up and continue walking, carefully putting the
box into your school bag. It starts getting cold, so you close your jacket and put your hands in your pockets. Your ears
lay flat against your head. You consider the abandoned train station again. It's sheltered... but it's scary. Plus,
your mother would think of it and look for you there. Plus, again, that new 'friend' of hers... you shudder, involuntarily.

Not a single place feels safe. They hate you at school. They... scare you, at home. You love your mother, but you can't
return until you're sure that that man isn't there with her. You don't really go anywhere else.

You feel yourself start to cry. More fireworks go off, closer this time, making the whole ground shake. You wipe your tears
with the inside of your jacket.

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