A Shared Room Elena H. ’21 An empty room. An old office my father once used. Never would they think his office is now in the basement. Now my room. A big room. Filled with books. Another old room. Adjacent to mine. Still empty for years to come. Then a creature came along. A creature with a mop for hair. Stubby legs. My room now became a shared room. I had to share my space. And my toys. I grabbed MY pile of plastic toys And laid over them. My small body wriggled all over. Making sure this new human wouldn’t even think to touch them. She let out a cry. This upset my mother. She wanted two daughters to bond. And we would. We got bunk beds. Surely that would fix the bickering. It did for a while.
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