"If you put me in a room with someone who thinks like everyone else-Anyone who isn't like me. I will be relaxed and calm. My mind will be completely silent and static with the company of a foreign thinker. If you put me in a room with someone who thinks like me but isn't me. I will be mildly engaged. I will speak when spoken to and answer questions without outside influence. I will answer truthfully, but my words might be caught in the framework of my mind's processing. If you put me in a room with an exact version of myself, who thinks the same with no straying characteristics. and she thought the same, feels the same, and experiences things the same. I will be silent and afraid. As I will be confronted with a version of me that can respond back, but is too much of a coward to. All the answers are present, but neither of us can access them. It would be terrifying that the person I looked to for answers on greater things could not give me anything more than silence. 

And it begs the question, are the very thoughts that plague my mind every minute of my days, every monologue that I go back-and-forth with myself, a true conclusion of logic to my inquiries? Or an empty echo of questions in different forms that I've accepted as fact? Is it just a never-ending pit of oblivious searching for an answer I do not know?" Saelorene rolled her head to meet her little cousin's gaze. A young boy, no younger than five years of age, teething on the mahogany hat of his brand-new wooden soldier toy. "Are you sad, SaeSae?" The young boy asked, wiping his face from his dragged saliva. "Do I look sad, Angelo?" Saelorene asked, Angelo hopped onto the bed, and gently lay his weight on Saelorene's chest, and pointed a finger uncomfortably close to her eyes. "Your eyes are shiny," Angelo said. With heaving breath, Saelorene nudged his weight off of herself. "I'm not sad, I'm tired, that's all. I would like to get some rest now. Can you tell your mom to make sure my father's mail gets to me the moment it arrives?" Angelo hopped off the side of the twin-sized springy bed and waddled his way to the sides of Saelorene's bed and tucked in her blankets. "Tight, SaeSae?" he asked. "Perfect, Angie," Saelorene replied. Angelo raised and faultily clapped his hands with his toy cradled under his armpit every time SaeSae would say it was 'perfect' and proceeded to the other sides and corners of the bed, repeating the same process of asking, Sealorene approving, and clapping to his praise until he reached the other side of the bed.

"Cozy," Angelo smiled. "Thank you, Angie." Saelorene gave a soft smile to her little cousin's efforts to make sure she was comfortable. 

"Anhel!" A voice called from downstairs, "Dinner and bed now!" Angelo scrambled to get his toy, taking audible breaths as he moved back and forth towards the door and looking around the room to see if he forgot something, then almost to the way out. "Oh no!" he said as he turned back, he kissed the palm of his little hand and put it against Saelorens face, giving an onomatopoeia of a kiss (muah) as he placed it. "Bye-bye SaeSae," He whispered, waving out of the room and gently closing the door. "Bye-bye, Angie!" Saelorene smiled.