"Charlie is learning how
to speak," mom beamed
to Azura. Azura's eyes widened
as she hugged me tightly.
"Really?" her eyes sparkled
with happiness. "I'm so
proud of you, Charlie."
I smiled and gave her a tiny
kiss, catching mom roll her
eyes.
In just a week or two, I'll be
planting kisses on the foreheads
of three people.
And it's these moments
that seem innocuous but
end up marking a new era
in this life of mine.
It's set in motion by a
series of epiphanies, realizing
how I've changed, how
my mind ticks like a clock
without being set on which time
it is.
It's moments like these
where I wonder if being able
to speak, to pour words so easily
and freely out of my thin lips
would change everything.
Where would I be?
Where would Azura be?
Would the twins even exist?
And it's days like these where
I don't regret anything.
Maybe getting that haircut in
seventh grade but still,
no regrets.
Hopefully.
