41 Evilyn prays for my ability to appropriately show empathy with the same genuineness as she prays for energy, wisdom in conversation, the flight, and the language barrier. She treated it the same way she treated all the concrete problems. Is this a symptom of love? Of acceptance? It’s certainly not being understood. I’ve always wanted to be understood, but what if that’s not possible? Is this the best it can get? And can I be content with that? I raise my head in tandem with them as the prayer concludes. Evilyn and Olivia smile across the circle, still basking in the peace the prayer brought them. My face matches their smiles but I am still isolated. Smile. Carve the curve into your face. Clench the corners of your eyes. Be invisible enough to be worth seeing. Higher, tighter, higher, tighter.
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