By Nydia Amabelle Brandstatt
I’m not sure how long it took you to grow accustomed to my random moments of talking to myself or swearing at someone that was no longer on the phone. But eventually you did, and we learned to coexist. We learned each others’ body language and mannerisms. You knew not to talk to me if I didn’t say ‘good morning.’ I knew not to mess with you if your notebook was in front of you but you weren’t writing. I also learned to never bake anything with nuts or traces of nuts in it because of you. That is all.