It's so lovely to enter this room. I haven't been in here for so long. First it was Lola Candeng's room. Then Auntie Nieves'. Now it's mine. Slowly, and one book at a time, I start to empty the bookshelf. It takes me so long because I read the backcovers and glance at the inside pages. One book at a time. Never finding the book I was tasked to look for -- but somehow I feel that it's okay.
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The inhabitants of this place act like regular people. They almost look like regular people except that they have teddy bear faces. They're so kind but I feel so confused by their appearance. I want to hug them and place them beside me on my bed except that they're people too. It's weird! I take more time to talk to them, get to know them, prepare myself to negotiate this space.
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To be solar powered means to be able to fly like Superman. I was recently granted the powers of strength and flight and now this pressure to save the world hangs heavy on me. But I ignore the responsibility. Wearing a tutu, I do flips in the air, stretch my limbs, feel the surge of solar strength. My long, long hair trails behind me like a sail.
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