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Of course they hadn't. It was dangerous to speak something so far from reach, to allow it to float through the air even if the possibility of it was moments from evaporating. Maybe already had. Even I had to admit the word felt funny on my tongue, like a stray piece of hair that was nearly impossible to find but could be felt in the choke of my throat.

This is how all family's created. Confession. A yearning to release.
Somewhere to place your shame and have it wrapped up, coddled, cradled like an infant who don't have words yet to explain all the ways the world haunts them.