The first little task we did in class was from page 135:
Freewritting: Who was your best friend when you were young? What kinds of things did you do together? Did you ever fly kites together? Were you ever in a contest together? Were you ever jealous of your friend? Why or why not? How has that friendship affected your life?
I'll start by sharing a little text I wrote for English last semester (Joana might remember it).
I wasn't a very sociable child growing up. I never really liked school that much, and would get “sick” every chance I got to be allowed to skip a few days. My mother tried enrolling me in some dance lessons once, but I absolutely hated it and stopped going eventually. I was only truly happy indoors. It was the only place where I truly knew how to fit in. After a couple of different psychologists, it was decided there was nothing wrong with me, that it was probably just an awkward phase. There was more to it, as I later found out, but for the time being, I was happy that way.
A pet was the way to go, my mother decided. We were getting a kitten, for me to take care of. I was so happy when Luna finally came home. She was this really cute and fluffy, one month old kitten. With time, she became my closest friend.
When I was alone in my room, feeling sad for whatever reason, I would talk to Luna about it. She always looked concerned, specially if I was crying. It truly seemed like she could understand my pain, somehow. I would tell her everything bad that had happened at school or at home, everything that had made me uncomfortable or upset and she would listen. I would tell her my secrets and my fantasies and she'd let me go on and on, always patient and always paying attention.
Being a cat, Luna would purr whenever someone gave her attention, not only when I was telling her my stories and funny secrets. I enjoyed imagining I had an accomplice, someone I could really open my heart to without the fear of having it broken. I swear, she would sort of wink at me sometimes. I do understand this is pretty much all in my head and that it was probably just a blink. But I don't really care, I'll always wink back at her.
Luna is well over eleven years old now. Her age is visible, as well as her sickness. I still talk to her, although not with the same seriousness as before. Once she's gone, I know a very special part of my heart will disappear with her forever. Even if most of our interactions were my imagination, I don't think I could have survived if I didn't have that sweet little animal to unburden with.
A bit corny, I know. But that's how I felt. And it got me a 16.5, so I'm good.
Unfortunately, Luna had to be put to sleep on the 22nd of February, two months ago, at the age of 12.
It was difficult to me writing about it in class, seeing as we had 10 minutes and then had to share with the person sitting next to us. I ended up choking up and not finishing it on time and not doing the sharing part. But here you go, I'm sharing.
She wasn't really an "Hassan", as she wasn't human, but she was my best friend nonetheless. From all the people I loved - my mother, brother, best friends from school - that was my best, closest and dearest friend. My baby and my accomplice. My life would not have been the same without her. Like I said on my essay from last year, a little part of me has died with her. Sure, I'll survive and I'll have other pets in the future who I will love with all my heart. But what I had with her was unique. And it's gone now, which makes me extremely sad.
Pictures of Luna on my own blog if you'd like to see her.
1 comment:
And because I can't really moderate and delete comments here like I do on my own blog:
inb4 inconsiderate comments. She was not "just" a cat, I cannot "simply get another one". If you have nothing nice to say, either because you don't relate or have no soul or whatever, say nothing at all.
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