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There were still things Mary didn’t understand. When she’d examined his ipod, starry-eyed and fascinated, Seto had thought at first that she was just excitable. But as he explained the zipper on the front of the white jacket, as he drew cars and stoplights and televisions for her and she drank his words up as eagerly as though it were a bedtime story, he realized. She was like him, alone and cut off for so long that everything was a miracle to her.
He resolved to show her everything of the world he could.
Every day he would bring her books, bring her pictures of his siblings and explain why he loved them. He brought his school assignments, he brought her packaged snacks she’d never tried before. He brought her flowers, even though he knew that living here in a garden, surely she’d seen them all.
And once he was older but she was the same, once he’d run out of things to bring her, he asked if he could bring her to the world. He promised to keep her safe and hold her hand if she ever got scared.
There was still so much to see.