The last time I was born, my hours were spent with a young boy named Kyle. Our friendship started out much the same as those before him and it followed the same old blueprint. It would begin as a surprised encounter, evolve from a new acquaintance and quickly building into an amazing friendship. The friendship would vary in the length of time we were together, and then they would slowly slip into non-inclusive activities and the final step, the one I dislike the most, my eventual departure.     

With each departure, I am forced to come to terms with the fact that my help, my guidance, my gift of friendship is no longer needed. Kyle, the young man before me, had begun the transformation from the world of invisible friends, into a world of physical friends, school and activities that are seeming...

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