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  • Writer's pictureJulie Chen

What I Know

“She’s so little,” they cooed. “She probably doesn’t understand what we’re saying.”

They smiled at my presumed naiveté

as if watching a clueless newborn puppy

attempt to walk,

skidding and sliding over slick floors.

Without realizing,

I’d smile back,

the corners of my mouth pulling up

as if being tugged by marionette strings.

But I knew more than they could have ever imagined.

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