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“Really?”
“Yeah, when I was seven, they showed me how to bake pottery over a fire.”
My heart stops in my chest. “At seven?” I ask, trying to picture young Freedom working by a large fire she had no business being around.
“That’s how I got this,” she says, holding up her arm and showing me a faint scar across her wrist. “One of the pieces we were baking fell over and touched my skin. It burned horribly,” she says, holding up her arm to my face.
I find myself bringing my lips down to the skin and skimming over the soft area. “I’m sorry you were burned.”
She shrugs. “They put some cream on it, and it was better a few days later. But this mark never went away.”
My eyes are glued to hers, and I swear I fall further in love with her in this moment, with her sitting on my lap and my arms wrapped protectively around her body. “I think adding some pottery to the kitchen would be a great idea,” I tell her. My heart swells with happiness as she beams a bright smile at me.
“Okay, well, I’ll check around and see what I can find.”
“Okay.”
We sit together, staring up at the sky, and lost in our own thoughts. I’m thinking about the woman in my arms, about the difficult childhood she must have endured. I’m sure she didn’t realize it at the time, and maybe difficult isn’t the right word. Different. Like me. Her upbringing was different than mine. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. She learned so many important lessons we may not have learned until an older age, if ever.
Maybe that’s what I need in my life. Not a piece of normal, but a slice of different.
Someone like Freedom.
Glancing up, I smile. “Do you see those stars there?” I point to the dozen stars all clustered together. “It looks like a taco.”
