She’s not a permanent fixture in
my life – she comes and goes randomly. Though I don’t miss her when she’s gone,
I rush into her arms the moment I see them outstretched towards me. When she’s
around, I know I’ll get to go out more often, take in the sights and sounds of
the neighborhood. I know she loves me because – there was this time a few
months ago, when we had just returned from a long trip and the food was under
all the boxes, bags and other paraphernalia that filled the car. I was hungry,
and she ran to dig out my lunch, not caring that in the process, her precious
laptop (I know she treasures it cause no matter how much she loves me, she never
lets me touch it) tumbled to the ground. She ignored it, choosing to feed me
instead. I let her know how much her gesture meant by nuzzling her face – the
look in her eyes told me she loved me.
I saw her again a few weeks ago.
This time, she was hesitant to hold me and I wondered why. I soon realized that
she was not well, her leg was hurt. I wanted to comfort her, but I did not know
how. In spite of her disability, she opened her arms to me. I turned away, but
not before I saw the hurt on her face. My sister explained to her that I was
sulking because she did not take me out as she usually does during her visits
with me. But she was wrong! There was a reason for my distance – I knew that if
she held me, she would hurt more. I wish I could tell her that, make her
understand – but I’m just 14 months old, and unfortunately unable to put my
feelings into words yet. If I could, I’d tell my Perima just how much I adore
her!
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