Adopt a Robot
by Cameron Bloomfield
You weren't shiny like the models I'd wanted for my birthday. You were nothing like those luminous angels that enchanted with their smiles and words. Sometimes it took you hours to cheer me up. But, you always found a way.
My heart fell when my parents took me to the shelter that day. The robots on display had been overworked and beaten. Exposed wires sparked with each movement and eyes faintly glowed blue, surrounded by an encroaching darkness. But then you stammered about how glad you were to see me. You creaked while you smiled, hugged me in your dented arms as you asked if there was room in my life for you. I must have been such a brat that first day and I never said sorry for that. So, I'm sorry.
