No one knows how a baby this dark came to be born here. They dragged her mother off before she could explain, cutting the cord to keep Full Grown from being dragged away too. I was there, the child no one noticed. This time when I visit Full Grown, she shows me her stomach. In her room, books float at eye-level for easy reading.
Plants hang before windows without hooks or wire.
Full Grown has learned to make objects stay where she puts them. She never loses things. Full Grown shows me a list she's started. She wants to rename herself and she needs my help. She wants to know what her mother said before the booted men dragged her away.