“Like animals at the zoo”

First Avenue / Broad Street

We love sitting in the window and watching people. We don’t know why they aren’t at home with their family like we are.  They must have no one who loves them. Dad says they look at us because we are in the window like animals at the zoo. But he has it wrong. We are looking at them. They’re eating, walking in tall uncomfortable shoes, their hair is pink or their head is shaved. Chains in their nose, their ears, their pockets. My brother thinks they aren’t real. They’re like people in his iPad. Mom says Seattle brings all kinds, including us. Sometimes they come into our house and eat. We watch them struggle with chopsticks and the chains in their nose. It’s funny. We don’t understand why they aren’t home with their family using forks.


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