Sunday, August 6, 2017
The Glass Castle
"It's hot, right?" I asked the little girl with the bedazzled glasses that I was walking to the bus. She's new.
"Yeah....," she mumbled, glancing off, "but not as hot as Bangkok...."
"Are you a CARE kid? CDC?"
"When did you move back?"
"A month ago."
"How long did you live there?"
Wow. She probably only remembers there. Not here.
"Gosh, that's huge. You know, I've been to Thailand before. Not as long as you, what was your favorite thing you saw? I'm sure it's hard to pick."
She seemed to not hear me, and then described in detail a famous temple complex, growing animated as she explained the sensations of it.
"So, here's your bus. What's your name?"
"Mercy." she answered.
"Nice to meet you, I'll see you around, okay?"
She didn't answer, just stared at the group of kids waiting to get on the bus. I hovered, looking at the little round girl in the spangly clothes that her parents bought, probably hoping she'd fit in. I watched her staring at the kids from the outside, unsure or unwilling to step into the mix.
I moved from Michigan to Georgia when I was in fourth grade and it was one of the hardest experiences of my life. Part of me wanted to be her new best friend, though I knew she needed to be friends with kids, not a forty-five year old woman.
My step-father died this morning. Everything feels very twilight and confused. I don't have anything more to say about that right now.