If there was one thing you could change about the world, what would it be?
I remember looking at my boy. Completely surprised by the question, completely surprised that he would think to ask it of me.
I can't think of anything I would change about the world. Juanito's smile is the world and what else could I possibly want when this beautiful boy was mine?
You can't say you won't change anything, Juanito says. You have to name one thing.
What would you change? I ask him then.
Well, he says. I would make it so that everyone would have love for everybody. I mean. . .
He pauses, his fork raised in the air. His nose scrunches up, and then he continues.
I don't mean love as in kissy-kissy 'I love you' but I think that if people would think about it like this--like, if I think about how I can make things better for you. That kind of love.
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A little boy with hair so light is holding onto my hand and we are walking in the hot sun on a summer afternoon.
He doesn't say a word, but just keeps hold of my hand like that.
Do you know the way to your house? I ask.
He turns his head and looks up at me. He squints before turning away and tugging at my hand.
I suppose that means I should just follow after.
It feels strange to be holding the hand of a child who isn't my son.
Should we go down this street? I ask.
He shakes his head and keeps on walking.
We pass an empty playground and I wonder if it's possible for a place to be so empty in the middle of the day.
Is your house nearby? I ask.
If this child was yours, wouldn't you be out running from house to house, knocking on doors, ringing doorbells, asking anyone if they had seen your bright-haired boy?
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RandomThis is a work in progress and will be updated as I go along. Trigger warning: suicide, self harm and possible violence. I started working on this story for a lot of reasons. One of them is in support of the Clarion West Write-a-thon. If you'd like...