“Because I need to be more. I need to be…useful.” “Why?” I want to laugh, not out of amusement but anger. I’m not a trophy. I’m not something to play with or program. “Because I need you to see what I can do,” I tell him. I need to prove myself. “Why?” He inches closer. I open my mouth, but I can’t find my words. I know what he’s doing, and the tears start to fill my eyes. I just need to say it. “Because I don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” I whisper. “Because you’ll be disappointed.” He stands in front of me, only a few inches between us. “Why?” “Because I can’t…I…” I stutter,
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