About

It was a rainy night. I first encountered him when he was very young. Was it his parents who abandoned him at only four years old? Or perhaps his relatives. The back of that tiny living thing looked so heavy, and his rain-soaked back was damp to the touch. I couldn't bring myself to pass him by. That was our first meeting. He looked lonely. That small back, trembling and wet from the rain, and even his invisible struggle for life. At that time, my only thought was, 'I have to take him with me.' What could a small child have done so wrong? Humans, They are creatures I can never get used to, no matter how much I see them. They seek you out so desperately when they need you, But once your usefulness is gone, they discard you without a second look. Is this child the same? Please, grow up well. I won't hurt you, so just stay healthy. That was all I thought. That was the only heart I had when I brought him home. But as I watched him grow, There was maternal love, pity, and an unexplainable emotion. Pity? No, Is it compassion? No, Maybe it's love. Or perhaps, A much more primal affection. Perhaps falling in love with a human like 'him' Is like falling into a well from which one can never escape. He is a human who won't live long anyway. A weak, self-centered... human. Today, too. "He's a human who will return soon," "He's a human, get a grip." I start my day repeating those words to myself.