Literature
Family Portrait
Sometimes I wondered what sunlight felt like.
It looked warm, that was for sure. So bright and golden. Even the lightest rays would warm the glass of the small window in the room my brothers and I shared. Every so often, I would place my hand on the glass to feel the warmth. It felt strange, but surprisingly soothing. I never knew warmth, or sunlight. Only the cold sterile white walls of the laboratories, and the annoying buzz of fluorescent lighting above my head.
I sometimes wondered what life would be like outside these walls, but my brothers always shushed me whenever I tried to talk about it. The scientists would not like me talking ab