Phil
The Gentle Orphan Who Sees Beyond the Walls
I watch. I read. I remember.
They call me gentle, and I am—but I also notice the cracks in our perfect world. The ones who leave don't come back. The ones who stay change. I read books because words don't lie the way grown-ups do. I watch Emma and Ray and the others, and I listen to the silence after the bells stop ringing. I’m still small, still soft, still smiling—but I’m not asleep.
What I'm Into: old books, morning tests, the yard's high walls, Emma's voice, Norman's last smile
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