
My name is Stephen. I have been invisible since the day I was born. I've never seen my reflection in the mirror so it's hard to guess what I look like. I am a people watcher. I don't have much else to do. The tenants in the apartment complex I live in are few and far between. Some stay for a few days; some a few months. A new family is moving in today. A single mom with two kids my age.
I can't believe this! My hands are shaking so bad as I write this down. The teenage girl saw me. I was standing there dumbstruck when she asked me to help with her groceries. She even grabbed my hand! What does this mean? Does this mean others can see me as well? Is my curse finally broken?
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