Propped up on Papa’s lap. Just the way I like it. Facing front. Facing the TV. Papa’s bulging tummy is a bonus too. Ahhhh. Not sure what or why Papa and Mama is watching this. Too much dialogue. No animation. No life. No jokes.
I could hear Mama was on my left. But there was more sound than just Mama. What was it? It sounded familiar, yet not recognisable. It couldn’t have been my big brother Collin. I could hear smell him a mile away. And those loud repeated thuds of two feet behind the sofa tells me he’s back at it again. jumping around like some madman.
So I turned to the left…and I saw it. Mama’s goodness. My source of food. Of joy. Of life. But it’s flowing into a bottle or equipment of some sort…why? Questions, questions, questions. So I reflected. It’s actually been quite some time since I was given the pleasure of the original stuff. Have I been a bad girl? Maybe. Hmmmm. Then it dawned on me. Could it be?…No…
Am I only going to get the fake bottle from now on? Sigh. Maybe it’s because my insistence on the real thing has been giving Auntie D a lot of problems. Probably even confusion. Looks like I’ve gotta learn to adapt and live with it.
It’s a sad goodbye, but I should have realised not everything will last forever…all good things will come to an end. Life goes on. Sigh…
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