by Gideon Morning Star | Mar 8, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Desperate though I was, I had sense enough to realize that a boy with only one set of clothes was going to be noticed. I worked on a back story. I was a student doing research for a school project on ancient modes of transport. Might work if they didn’t ask me which school I went to. I watched the museum that day. I saw when the person who worked at the entrance went on her break and to lunch. Someone who exited but never entered would be pretty obvious. It gave me a window where I could slip out and go look for work.
by Gideon Morning Star | Mar 1, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
The Museum of Transportation had several good things going for it. It had plenty of foot traffic, it was casually managed, minimally guarded, dimly lit, overly cluttered, and the last hour it was free to get in, and that’s when a lot of people went. I got there with twenty minutes to spare. I waited until several people were going in and coming out at the same time, and I sauntered in, trying to look like the visitor I wasn’t planning to be…
by Gideon Morning Star | Feb 22, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
When I walked in the door, my mother didn’t know me. She thought I was a client. “It’s me,” I said. “Gideon.” I realized I was looking down, not up into her face. I will remember her expression and our conversation, to my dying day. There was a pause. “Oh. OK,” Another pause. “You’re not here to ….me?” She used a word we don’t use in our family.
by Gideon Morning Star | Feb 15, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
His name was Jasper Ing. It took me a bit to figure out that people had surnames. His was Ing. He explained that to me while we separated the sheets and blankets into piles – those that had urine, those that had feces, those that were simply two weeks old and ready to change…
by Gideon Morning Star | Feb 8, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
Shame became the word that meant, me.
“Shame on you.”
“What a shame, you’re…”
“What a shame he’s…”
That last one hurt most, because I ceased to exist. I was a case. I was a number. I was not a person, but then, I didn’t really expect to be…
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