Maeve
I‘m giddy like a five-year-old as I drag Nael through the museum. The first display I pull him toward is by Devon Smith. Nael's gaze moves over the compilations of metal and plastic piping in bright colors.
„R-Robots?“
„Yup.“, I smirk. „The first robot family. All for $39,95. They‘re made entirely out of recycled materials.“ I point at what is an old car part used as the chest piece of the little girl.
„Aha.“, Nael c**ks his head. And I have to try really hard to suppress the laugh.
„Yeah, it's not for everyone. I like that they have been here for such a long time.“, I sigh.
„And still, they never changed. Especially when I was younger, that comforted me. After my ac— at some point, my siblings and I started to drift apart, and I honestly never quite understood why. It definit
