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But the boy was not only a thief of space; he was an accidental mirror. In his restlessness I saw the parts of myself that had been sheltered — impulsive, raw, and unquiet. He spoke with a vocabulary of slights I recognized from another time, and when I heard his explanations I heard my younger self, bargaining with the world for recognition. His presence forced me to choose: be small and steady, or recoil and wage quiet war. At first I chose steadiness, because war demands casualties I could not afford. I shelved my resentment like a fragile heirloom, polishing it only in private.