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Today we transferred my little daughter to the hospital because she is suffering from an infection that is affecting his breathing and causing him pain. I hope that every living conscience will help us save my little daughter’s life and donate any amount we can.

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A little story about Silver growing up. He wasn't lonely. Probably.

Silver wasn't a lonely child. His family was small, but happy. His parents were always home and his aunt always made time for him. He did notice that his aunt never spoke to his parents, but that wasn't a problem. Their family was just a little odd, his parents said. There was nothing to worry about.

Things changed a little as he got older. Sometimes, his aunt's emotions bled over to him. She worried about a lot, like work and money and things Silver didn't understand. If he asked, she told him everything was fine. If his questions were too specific, she'd make a strange face. She made a different face if he talked about his parents. That one was sadder. He stopped talking about those things after a while. He wasn't sad, though. He was making sure his aunt wasn't sad.

His parents were confused when he told them about that. He didn't need to hold back, they said. He wasn't holding back, though. Similar things happened at his schools. Silver would mention something that other students hadn't said aloud. They'd get confused or scared, so he stopped mentioning it. He didn't mind having one less thing to talk about. Why did his parents look sad when he explained it?

"I'm sorry, Silver."

His aunt said that a lot. She wasn't good at explaining why she was sorry, but it usually came up right before they moved. She'd spend the nights bouncing from guilt to relief to hoping it would be the last time. Her feelings got worse each time they moved, but Silver didn't talk to her about it. He was pretty sure she didn't want him to know.

They got very good at packing quickly. It probably helped that they never opened all of their boxes after moving in. The only things they opened were what they needed first. Silver was careful not to ask for too much, so they wouldn't have to take more boxes next time. He wasn't sad. He had everything he needed.

Every time they moved, Silver had to say "Goodbye." He liked each school. Most students were nice to him, even if they didn't understand the things he talked about. If asked, though, he couldn't say he missed any of them. He was only with some of them for a few months, and nobody talked to him after he left.

After "Goodbye" came the next "Hello." Silver joined new schools and met new people. More friends, for however long we was going to be there. With each new school, he spoke less and less about the things he saw that others couldn't. The other students didn't see everyone who was in the room. They didn't know their friends' feelings without asking. They didn't hear the voices on the wind.

He couldn't explain to them the world he saw, nor could he understand what they saw. That was fine, though. He wasn't lonely in a world that only he could see. It couldn't be helped. Some things were not shareable.

"I'm sorry, Silver," his aunt said again. She wasn't as sad as usual. She was certain that the next move would be their last. They packed and moved one more time. Out of habit, they only unpacked what they needed.

Silver walked out of the lives of people who barely knew him and into the lives of people who didn't know him at all. If anything was different, it was that his parents also had to say "Goodbye."

He didn't understand their circumstances very well. They were ghosts, but those were supposed to be vague, intangible things. He could hold his parents' hands and talk to them. They were there, as real as his aunt, hut they couldn't stay. And, like every other person he'd left before, they would never talk to him again.

He wasn't sad. That was just how farewells went.

At Silver's new school, two boys inserted themselves into his life. Terry and Philip were sometimes loud and too energetic. They laughed and fought and threw out insults without a care. They told jokes based on half-remembered stories from long ago. Silver learned that they'd known each other for years. Both of them liked to brag about how well they knew the other.

Silver admired their friendship. He also appreciated how understanding they tried to be. They didn't mind when he mentioned something that was never said aloud. They listened when he mentioned something that only he could see. They did their best to never let him feel left out.

Still, he wondered about them.

What was it like to know someone for that long? A person who wasn't family, but was close enough to be part of it anyway? What would it feel like to grow up with someone? Would a friend like that be able to see Silver's world more clearly?

What about the people from the schools he left? Did they grow up with the others in their class? Did they have in-jokes and shared secrets? If he'd stayed, could he have been part of them?

He envied his new friends. He envied people who were able to stay in one place, who could say they grew up somewhere. He grew up everywhere and, in a way, belonged nowhere.

He had a family. It was an odd one, but he was loved.

And he was lonely.

"They'll grow back."

"Our wings."

"Our trust."

"Our love."

"They'll all grow back."

"Let's take our time."

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ok but does anyone else ever just