We’re walking again. Mice or bunnies sometimes cross our paths. Bats overhead. If I see them, I say they’re my pets. I do the same with the strangers: we’re all a family. Dad in front of me. Mom and Sister in front of him. The Six are my immediate family. I have so many faceless cousins, uncles, and aunts. Uncle #22 drifts off to the side to take a piss in the bushes. Aunt #6 steps to the side to take a sip of water. We push forward like a snake.
