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  • The planets get aligned in a single file line; Earth keeps successfully revolving around the sun. It's dawn, which can only mean that a certain jitterbuggy critter is up. Our personal alarm clock, a rather annoying kid named Julian keeps his gait silent, he crawls the floor, he gently rises up without the universe ratting him out by any means necessary, and next thing anyone knows.


    It's an exasperating cycle, but his partly high, partly woken up, fully positive, entirely terrible voice motions my brain to throw punches at all directions every morning.
    This kid, though, can be the essence of magic.
    I remember that one pre-birth incident when Alejandro and I held some exciting ceremony at mom's bed. We watched her live with a person inside her, surrounded her tired, laid down self with a gigantic belly protruding from the concealing sheets that covered her, when my live brother curiously slammed himself on top of her just to check if the belly would tone down.
    I remember when she brought this teeny human that could barely open his eyes, and how it was the most incredible thing I had ever witnessed.
    I remember sitting next to him in this white square table two sizes smaller than me and observing with what hand he predominantly chose to carry on with his activities, the right one; how I knew from there on he'd be a righty.

    He's hard at work, pummeling his assignments with flat out straight A's, not allowing for a moment his dyslexia be his excuse for anything. He's a curious one. He's a constructor. I love how he built the Titanic in Minecraft, with the works; the first to third-class rooms, the lifeboats, the decks, even the boiler room. His stories are quirky; his brain is a sponge that absorbs his environment, people's gazes, their word-by-word; he often visits our surrogate grandmother who lives in front of us while they exchange tales from her youth and tips on life to his many-lived adventures at home, with the dogs, with his mind.

    And yesterday, unlike any ordinary day in the year, he's been gifted with yet another year month day life.
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