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Touching an image and expecting it to respond in some way is now something more than one
Generation has been born into
Kallisti's first tablet was a 10-inch Acer, acquired via barter
It was my entrance into the realm of tablet and stupid smartphone rebuilding

This particular model happened to be constructed more robustly than most any of the current
Models, much like laptops birthed with XP, thick and injurious to bare toes
Kallisti was four
Her mother abandoned us a year and a half prior

My little blue-eyed girl barely spoke and was still wearing diapers
A long process of specialist appointments that would culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism

Even though her maternal grandfather, aunt, and half-brother lived next door, they would
Not watch her for any length of time
I was renting out rooms of my three-bedroom, two-bath mobile home
My aunt, who lives two hours or so away, would take me to Sam's Club and tell me to fill

Up a cart when she was in town
Over the years, guests observed that my computer was always on, being used and functional
Computrons accumulated quickly, along with anything else that electrons get directed
Through

Having no spouse nor parents, siblings nor grands, it was just little girl and me
The window to the world in question was actually the first tablet I had used as well, having
Recently graduated to a touchscreen phone
I loaded it up with apps that were recommended for autistics and other educational flashes

Of light first
Art stuff, drawing and painting, then some actual games, a Super Mario knockoff being
The only one I can recall at the moment
Downloaded pictures of My Little Pony and Hello Kitty

On this model, individual apps were lockable, so after adjusting the settings I did just
That, entering a four-digit lock code for about ten of the built-in features I thought
Would be easier if she left alone for the moment
When I first presented it, I turned it on in front of her, waited for it to load and

Demonstrated that what was on the screen responded to a tactile input
Changing the cover screen image was part of the larger settings, so I unlocked them and
Showed her the options she had to choose from
I started the Super Mario knockoff and explained what I was doing for no more than five seconds

Then I kissed her on the forehead and left the room, dishes and laundry always calling
When I returned an hour later to check on her, my darling little girl had gone down
The list and unlocked, separately, every one of the locked features
The cover image and lock screen were also changed

She had visited the Google Play Store and downloaded more games, and was happy, as always
I kept her logged into my account on YouTube, otherwise Google would mandatorily censor
Her viewing because of her age
That is one of the duties of the parent, to answer questions arising from confusing information

Up until three weeks after her ninth birthday, Kallisti was able to experience empathy
To understand what was being presented to her in even a cartoon dramatic performance
And respond as a person who cared about others would
She would grow to love Minecraft and Five Nights at Freddy's

I still sleep on sheets and under a bedspread adorned with those characters
Daddy loves the horror genre, and one day when I was viewing a flick called 13 Eerie
She ran into the room and observed a woman getting her fingers eaten by a zombie
She looked down at her own hand, back up at the screen, and down at her own hand before

Running away laughing
From that point on, I would pretend I was a zombie, much to her amusement
Both franchises have an enormous fan following
Music was always playing in our house, very rarely television

She had her own powered monitor speakers and was looking forward to her first subwoofer
The Living Tombstones, I Hope You Die in a Fire, and lots of Minecraft related songs
Were her favorites when I saw her last
Three weeks after her ninth birthday, Child Protective Services ripped her under threat

Of gunpoint and execution from her home
For a solid year, I was allowed one hour a week, then one every two weeks, then nothing
Half of those visitations were on the Zoom app due to COVID
The first time I saw her after putting her on the bus and never getting her off again

She was visibly broken, like I was
Deep dark circles under her red eyes, oily skin and hair, far more acne than usual, persistent
Cough and nasal drainage
It took me half an hour to get her to weakly smile

We spent all of our lifetime together in each other's arms, comforting as best as possible
When surrounded by monsters, caricatures of humanity with heavily painted funhouse faces
Regurgitating lies incessantly
On the screen, viewing with the Zoom app, her prison cell in April 2's New Braunfels

House was stark, barren of personality
Neutral painted walls devoid of decoration, like those of a private mental institution
Barely a bed which she was placed centrally framed on, none of her toys or belongings
Present, prodded by her teachers, her purchasers, to stumble through unfamiliar books

The speakers emitted no sound the first video visitation so she couldn't hear her father
Visibly disturbing both of us
A house where singing and spinning and dancing and happiness is forbidden and crushed like
Cigarettes, fire extinguished

She was removed from my custody on her 10th birthday, most certainly as a demonstration
Of smug power
They had coincidentally removed our visitations on my birthday months before
The only reason being given was my refusal to voluntarily submit her to, again, non-mandatory

Behavioral training at Bluebonnet Trails, the same institution that in my childhood
I had been issued experimental mind-altering prescriptions and been illegally funneled
Into a private psychiatric care facility from
That was common at the time, probably still is

About a year ago, I was charging my phone behind a vending machine in front of Walmart
In Cibolo
Wiederstein Elementary is across the street
Moving to Texas in the middle of 4th grade, I spent the rest of that school year at a

Different building labeled the same thing
My daughter was sitting in a shopping cart next to a 4-door sedan in the parking lot
Two women I did not recognize were loading parcels into the trunk when I spotted them
Kallisti was drooping in the shopping cart, staring expressionless downward, behind bars

In a literal and figurative sense
I called her name and started towards her, having to wait for traffic
One of the women picked her up and threw her into the back seat, taking care to physically
Block her view

The vehicle spun tires, leaving the parking space
Kallisti Aeon McKenzie will be 11 years old on September 2nd

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