I keep making room for someone who is not coming back. I miss being the second person in a private language. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me. I am angry at every healthy person talking to me about efficiency. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked. I am still learning how to be one person in rooms built for two.
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