For a while, Teresa was my best friend
and we played at her house after school
because her mom didn’t have a job.
We drank grape Kool-Aid
and ate pink and white animal crackers
sitting on the teeter-totter
in her backyard.
Teresa said her dad
was the best dad because
he taught her how to whistle
with a piece of grass between her fingers,
how to ride her bike with no hands,
and how to throw a curve ball
better than Brucie Gilbert
who lived across the street.
I let her think she had the best dad
but I knew better.
My dad gave me a super power —
he taught me how to be invisible.
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