is standing in the middle of a road. There's this one spot in our neighborhood that he tries to escape to, every chance he gets. I find myself running down the middle of the street, screaming his name while he stands expressionless, watching all the cars stop for him.
Last night, we went to Central Market, where he expanded this fixation to include the parking lot. At dusk.
I don't know how we're both going to live through his childhood some days.