They called the lamb a dozen things.

Never his own name.

It was easier that way. For them.

When he stumbled, they already knew why.

When he cried, they already had a reason.

The day he didn’t answer, someone looked at the empty space.

Just a moment. A frown.

Then they moved on.

Moral:
Stop naming something,
and you stop seeing it.
An absence with no name
weighs nothing.

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