On the first cool night of September, we held a little gathering under string lights that looked like a careful constellation.
I made enchiladas again.
Alana brought a tray of cut melon that tasted like the word sweet finally taking off its coat.
Jayden stood beside me with a smile that said you did this. Mason gave a small toast in that gravel-velvet voice.
“To neighbors,” he said.
“To the ones who were here before us, and the ones who taught us how to show up, and the ones who are still learning.”
He looked at me not as a symbol but as a person who had tried and failed and tried again. He did not know how that look felt like a new kind of permission.
I told them the truth.
I said I am learning how to live with sounds that used to hurt.
I said I am grateful for lists that help but do not replace people.
I said I am sorry for the times my fear wore the face of a rule. I said I am not eating alone.
They did not clap.
They did what they always do.
They handed me a plate and made space and told a joke that was gentle on the edges and passed the pitcher around like a prayer. The night was soft. The sky was the kind of dark you get to keep.
Before I went to bed, I taped a fresh list to my refrigerator.
At the top I wrote Medications because old habits keep you safe.
Underneath I wrote Tuesday Table and the hours.
Under that I wrote three names with phone numbers.
Under that I wrote a sentence that felt like closing a circle.
If you need anything, knock.
If I need anything, I will answer.
I slept with the window open.
In the distance I heard the last bike of the night returning home, the engine low, the sound quick and then gone.
It did not make me flinch. It sounded like what it was, which is people who come back. And that is the sound I was waiting for all along.
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