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The one where I miss Shadow, my Sister playing the piano and my home
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I miss my dog. Shadow. My father accidentally let him loose two months ago and we have been without him ever since. Sometimes humans behave like animals, but my Shadow will always be a wet nose higher than them. I miss rubbing my feet on his fur when it is cold. I miss his presence as another living being about the house. I always like how I would be busy using the computer when he will just walk past and lie down right next to me to keep me company. We would never talk but we got along just fine. I miss having to clean his eyes when eye gunk built up. I would lock his head in my arm and pry his head to my thigh as I forcibly wipe the gunk off with a tissue. Whenever I loosen my grip, he would fuss but when I tighten it, he wouldn't flinch. But most of all, I miss being able to tell him everything and anything and all he would do is just flick his tail at me. For a dog, he gave such good hugs. Granted, he had a fur coat but they felt warm anyway. I miss hearing my Sister play the piano. I don't really miss my sister(sorry sis)or someone playing the piano, but my Sister playing the Piano. There was always a serene feel when she played the same sour tunes repeatedly. They were familiar... comforting... relaxing. It was a sound that was part of a full home which by the year seemed to be getting emptier. But until just two years ago, there was always my sister's music in the house. Every Saturday Morning, right before her coffee and her newspaper, I would wake up hearing it through my floor. I miss the enjoyment of hearing her play. And I would like to think that she misses me listen to her play. It's not me she misses, it's not someone else listening to it she misses, but it's me listening to her music. I miss my home. I was 6 years old. My sister 11 and my parents happy together. I miss stepping on my father's back to massage it. Or playing chess with my sister. Or watching Chinese 7 o clock shows with my mother as I played with her hair. Or my snoopy stuff toy which I carried around and loved dearly. I miss my kingdom of stuff toys that reigned over my house, the old Lion King, the Tigger princes and their beanbag princess. General Duck and Balto, James the Dalmatian(It's in my living room), Miss Teck-teck-teck(it was a bunny stuff toy that my sister won at escape and made a teck teck teck sound when we pounded her plastic nose against glass), Scrooge Mcbear, Kangaroo... So on. That was a home. And I miss my home. There is one more thing I miss. I miss dancing with bears and flying with painted wings.
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