Lydia POVI stayed in my room for another ten minutes after the call ended, and somehow, the conversation still revolved around outer space. Eli had somehow convinced himself that black holes were simply the universe’s version of giant vacuum cleaners, while Ava looked personally offended by that explanation. She launched into another passionate speech about gravity, spacetime, and event horizons, complete with exaggerated hand gestures that made her nearly knock over the glass of water on my bedside table. Eli listened with the expression of someone trying very hard to understand before confidently concluding, “So… it still eats things.” Ava buried her face in a pillow with the kind of dramatic sigh only a seven-year-old could manage, while I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. Some nights, these two exhausted me beyond words. Other nights, I found myself silently wishing time would slow down because I already knew I would miss moments like this someday.Eventually, I ushered them towar
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