As the words left Sara’s mouth, it was just one of many moments that had humbled him over the past couple of days. He was supposed to be the adult, and yet she was the one who was shielding him from the harsh realities.
Jordan hated how quickly he was slipping into a dependency on Sara. It bothered him how consumed he was with his own plight with this disease. He hadn’t thought about the world around him and how that had changed.
“Ugh, stupid underbred humpers are throwing a rally today,” Sara said with a hint of disgust as she clicked away on her cell phone.
“Underbred humper?” Jordan questioned.
“Yeah, you know. Those people who are all obsessed with underbred rights. They are sooo sickening, like we all get it. They used to be people, but things change.” Sara said.
“Wait, what do you mean sickening? Like you don’t think I should have rights?” Jordan asked.
“Of course, you have rights. They are just different than my rights, is all I mean. These rally peeps take it way too far. They act like nothing has changed, which is why we don’t agree with them.” Sara said while she messaged someone on her phone.
“We?”
“Yeah, you agree with me. You’re my little man, after all.” Sara said in a tone that made it seem like it was the dumbest question ever.
“So I think what you think?”
“Well, you do, don’t you?” Sara asked, her eyes shifting their attention to Jordan, fully moving away from her phone. Her eyes focused on Jordan in a way they hadn’t before, which he found a bit unsettling.
“Y-yes, of course.” Jordan stammered, struggling to get the words out. Sara smiled, ruffling his hair before her attention turned to her phone once again. The reality was Jordan wasn’t sure if he agreed with her or not. He wasn’t sure exactly what rights she was referring to and which rights the other side wanted for him. However, Jordan knew better than to question her.
Jordan didn’t realize it then. The importance of that moment was completely lost on him. He had lived a life never having to worry about a conversation like that happening. The reality was that he didn’t even know when it first started, and he didn’t understand that it all began with “My whitto man.” All he could do is stare downward with a bit of terror in his eyes as he sat suspended on Sara’s hand, seemingly hundreds of feet up.
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