<p>her name was the easiest to learn because she gets in trouble the most…</p>
<p>her hand never void of a sticky lollipop. she is the loudest voice in this safe house and i know favorites are so wrong, but i have a confession, she is mine. I count moi be bi (1,2,3) and she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, i haphazardly spin her around as fast as my dizzied vision allows. She throws her head back in absolute confidence of my grip and laughs in an uncontrollable fit of hysteria with her toothless grin gaping wide. The only focus in my view is her neck as the night blurs the stars and the yard surrounding us. her laugh is the purest sound I know.</p>
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<p>she is wild and consistently speaks khmer in her high pitched 6 year old voice to me knowing there will be no more than a bemused smile in return. make-up is obsolete here, but as I move some of my belongings around, her dirty little fingernails find some of my eyeshadow. as her behavior forecasts, a recent deviation caused her to shave her head, but even in her boyish haircut, she is stunning. She clumsily wipes the golden shimmer on her eyelids, just like i did when i would imitate my mother in her vanity mirror. darling Evy.</p>
<p>I can’t imagine her abuse. I can’t imagine someone conceiving the thought to ruin her. She is perfect, sticky, toothless grin and all. She is perfectly innocent, yet there is a deep deep pool of knowing behind her eyes. I pray for her future, for her continued nonchalance, for her deviance from the crowd, for her originality as her creator intended.</p>
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<p>my little trouble maker hiding from me… ha! i love it (won’t show her full profile to protect her)</p>
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