My brother had the full taste of this life, while i was passed from family to family over the years. I got to visit them on occasion. Fall was an interesting time, it's a season full of magical inspiration.
Halloween was approaching and our mother was filled with ideas. She finally decided my brother should be a robot. She gathered boxes, Tape, markers, fuses (for eyes), springs, wires, anything that fit the idea of her creation. She worked in secret for days and on Halloween evening presented my brother with the robot costume and a trick or treat bag.
There were no breathing holes, no eye holes and, my brother was to tall for her creation. She had a quick remedy for the size issue, she merely taped more cardboard around the legs, once he was inside. The next problem came when he moved. With every movement tape popped and boxes came undone.
Our mother started to shriek about how ungrateful her children were, destroying her hard work.
She never understood he could not see, or breath, or move. She explained (as if we were simple-minded) that i was there, so i could guide my brother around from house to house.
We escaped the motel, my brother popping apart with every move, scared out of his wits. Finally we found our way around the back of the building and hid in a janitorial closet. We stayed there until it was safe to return to the room and get some sleep.
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