On my first day of life, I saw another join me. In a show of beautiful life, my young human was born not long after I, although I have no parents.
All I knew then, is that my little human is here now, and it's my job to nurture his imagination and help him to grow the best he can, without slowing too far.
I remember imagining a grand castle, all for such a deserving, by mere existence, little one.
The mother did not see why he suddenly stopped crying, and did not see me pulling a face of playfulness.
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Years Passed
General FictionThe human is growing up, and his friend cannot. Possible tissue warning. (Complete Story) Please show any support if I should actually get to writing on here.
