One time I came home and had two parents in the living room getting along with each other and I was so happy
Maybe it was in Kindergarten
My house had carpet and a couch
I had ridden home and watched a boy get off the bus and looked at a field barren with stick-y hard yellow straw grass
and knew that his home was not very nice
and knew that I was not as unlucky as he
although a parent had sailed overseas to a foreign country
and then divorce had to happen
but there was at least one time when I came home
maybe in the Fall, when the leaves get crisp and orange
(like they get in colder East Coast climes of North America)
and two parents were in the livingroom
getting along with each other
I was so happy...
then I died.
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