Dao’s Words

I hate that Chico disappeared. I lived here for many years.

years. He arrived this year.

Actually, I hate that he came, but I hate it even more that he disappeared.

First, he was trapped in the big house, didn’t want to leave, and then he wasn’t afraid like I was for months to trust Julieta and André.

I hate that my healthy food has already gone to take my food, my play things that I don’t like, and I would watch Julieta playing with Chico. It’s silly because Chico is very young.

Worse, he lay down in our house, our bed, and even learned to get into the refrigerator.

Julieta left the refrigerator closed so he would never go in again, and I was jealous. I’ve never done that, I’m polite, so when she left I went in. I wanted to show that I’m not afraid of being trapped. And when it was closed, and she opened it to not leave. I wanted to show her my house. I didn’t run away like him, and to compare, I fought a war not to take my favorite food.

But today he disappeared, and I live here, and he’s only been here for a few months, and my anger became my concern.

How can I not watch him play, he climbs on the roof and I also played with him?

But I always traveled by car when I went on trips, but I had already stayed here and when I came back he always stayed here.

How I miss my anguish of not being here to share my food.

I wonder if he got hurt badly by Ghandi, maybe he got lost, I think all three of us are worried.

Dao