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The Mind Creative Nov 2013

One day, a year ago, I woke up feeling different, possibly
because I noticed that everyone in my family looked sad and
gloomy. They were extremely busy packing up everything and
there were three other people in the house to help them pack
up and put things in big boxes which were then being placed in
a monster truck. The only things that were not being packed
were mine. I felt very anxious and tried to chase the three
strangers away, but Mom and Dad did not let me. And then I
remembered that a few years ago, when we vacated our
previous home and shifted to this new one, everybody had been
packing large boxes into a monster truck. Just like today. But,
this time around, they looked really dejected.
My family comprises of my parents and my sister Riya. They
adopted me when I was little; just one month old and I have
very indistinct memories of seeing them for the first time. I just
remember being terrified. Riya was only 6 years old then and
used to scream at the very sight of me. I was very scared of her
too and I always felt that she would hit me with one of her toys.
Mom and Dad eventually succeeded in making us the best friend
of friends.
After four years with Riya, we were inseparable. She used to
sleep with me, feed me, play with me and even complained to
me about Mom and Dad. Every day, when she came back from
school in the afternoon, I was always at the gate to welcome
her, wagging my tail and jumping up to lick her face. She didn’t
like me doing that and Mom had strictly told me not to do so.
Instead Riya let me lick her hands and legs. She would always
give me bits of her food when she had her lunch. She taught me
to shake hands with her and even give her a hi-five. She used
to toss my bone for me to go and fetch it for her and I loved to
see her laugh the way she did. In the evening, we chased each
other on the terrace and sometimes she would also allow me to
play with her friends when they came over.
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