I’m sitting over here.

Do you see me?

Don’t feel bad if you don’t.

No one else does.

It seems I’m invisible to everyone.

Too bad.

Maybe one day they will,

Or I just won’t show up one day.

I wonder how many will ask in their head, I wonder where she is?

I wonder how many will ask the question out loud.

Will my sister say that she got tired of people, or will she spin some wild tale.

On how I’m swimming in the Nile and feeding Crocodiles.