Gods and Magnolias
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For every child there is that moment in which the softness of innocence leaps abruptly into jagged adult perspective. Although he lacks the words for this experience, the child knows that something has changed. For an instant he is able to see the world with a clarity that he is still years away from understanding. He may sense it when he sees his parents cry; They are vulnerable and weak, like me. Or, he may sense it while half-listening to grown-ups discussing battles if far away lands; This world is dangerous.
She sensed it as she urged her feet to take her aboveground, as the cheering of the crowd and pounding of the fight echoed in her mind; I don't want to go home. But she had to return before anyone realized she was missing. Safe in bed, safe in the house, safe inside the walled gardens.
Safely suffocating.