Who am I that I'm simply a commodity in this world?
A note of clarification: A commodity is nothing like a commode, though they sound almost the same. A commodity, according to mr. merriam and his friend webster, is a product that can be bought or sold for its usefulness. A commode, is a cold seat where peoplepoop. But, as mommy explained it, sometimes a person canfeellike a commodity disposed in a commode when he or she becomes useless.
I laughed.
Mommy, you're not poop, I said to her with my eyes.You're God's child.
I know that only five minutes of thunder can convince me that the sky is falling, but it isn't. Two hours of mommy and daddy being at work can convince me that I've been abandoned, but I haven't. So, 430 years as a captive in a land of myth and mysticism probably left God's people believing some of it.
... And I flapped those noodlely legs as fast as I could until I could lean my body into the solidity of this new daddy as if he would carry together his full body weight and mine just so I could walk away from a cage for the very last time. And that he wanted to.
Maybe you're only one person. Maybe you're on this side of the world and not on that side of the world. Maybe you're more than a day old and have a past. Maybe your starting line keeps moving before you get to it. Maybe you're too small, or too big, or too square of a peg to fit into that particularly round hole. Maybe...
Once a year, on a popular holiday, she splurges on a hot dog smothered in ketchup, mustard, and extra dill relish. For her birthday, we got her a jar of dill pickles because birthdays should allow splurging, too.
