"Where do you want this box?" Marcelo asks.
I open the box to see a bunch of comic books, "Throw it away."
"You want me to throw these away?"
"Ye-" I pause and look at Kai, who was wiping the windows. It's amazing how I always see these windows on the side of my house but never question which room it's from. My parents must have never thought the same thing because none of this stuff is ours. "Kai."
He puts down the rag and walks towards me, "Yes?"
I squat down, "Do you like comic books?"
He nods, "I do! I do! I have this comic book that I found at the playground. It's awesome!"
I learn to stop questioning what Kai says. "Do you want to read lots of new, used ones?"
He nods furiously.
I look at Marcelo, "Put the books on the cabinets over there."
After Marcelo helped us with the
