A birth certificate and college diploma peek out the corners of a box. Red marker is scribbled across the cardboard, reading "error report." 

Thin paper crinkles as it rolls, sealed by his tongue. 

Flick. Flick. Light. Puffs of smoke fill the air, catching window sunbeams as they float. 

"Why are you here?" he asks. 

A million thoughts cycle through in a matter of seconds. One stands out, but I don't know if it's entirely truthful. 

"Because I believe in you."  

- m.j.m