perspective
there was a moment during the day when everything around me seemed exactly where it should be and still i did not know where or why i was. it was nap time and we were up on stage, their little urine scented plastic cots seemed comforting enough; they didn't complain, though I found the sheets dingy and the floor dusty. she jumped on my back and i hesitantly accepted the griminess of her presence. as she clambored all over me, i realized i didn't mind so much her open affection. there were things i disliked about her. she cried unnecessarily in a screeching, grating sort of way. she was demanding, inconsolable, impatient, uncooperative...but when i looked into her tiny face i couldn't help but hope she would one day realize her potential. she was only four, afterall.