Our whole childhood when Daffy was alive was spent imagining. Imagining eating birthday cake, hearing violins, and living a life better than the one we had. That’s all I was doing after she died. I was turning the savage side beautiful so she could live again. I did the things I loved, but I also did the things she loved, like planting flower bulbs. Daffy dug in the ground to put something in it. I dug to take something out. The artifacts left behind. It was me who Tam saw swimming in the pool. Me who ran up to John to get thirty-five dollars to be on Big Gray’s team. Who Daffy became was the
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