That is what I thought he was, until that day. He said we were traveling to our dream destination, Lisbon. “Pack up, hon”

Let us go.

I fell asleep on our way to the airport and woke up in what it seems an abandoned factory. Still on the passenger seat. Where was he? I think I saw this coming? Did he leave me here? Should I be glad I was alone? Should I just start the car and leave him behind? Save what could be saved.

I was wrong. I was not alone in the car. I heard the breathing. He was right behind. He did it.

We got her just on time,

Our cute, tiny and loud girl.

It was in 2017, we lost our uncle,

we won her.

She makes waking up more hopeful,

she makes our days more fun,

she likes Doritos and tangerines.

She barely sleeps,

always alert. I don't know why,

we are safe. Our floor is covered by her toys.

Stuffed, high pitch ones, a Teddy bear.

We recently changed the mattress. It made our bed taller,

and now we need to help her come up.

She does not try. But, when she forgets, and is very excited,

she just jumps, by herself. Naughty, our baby, the littlest of 5 siblings.

I have heard about it,

in the streets,

and in that tale.

I might have even seen it,

in the square, or in that little restaurant

I visited in the capital.

But it does still feel like a myth,

could such a gorgeous jewel be that tangible?

Out there?

What did I see then?

I am a lion,

facing the star,

I am admired,

I stand out.

Tall and graceful,

standing still,

I watch for the others,

for my tiny fellows.

I just admire you,

I could not think there was something above you,

and yet, there was,

you said it was me.

You put me first,

head high, my core,

and foundation.

Your words are the wisest,

your hugs a shield,

your eyes vigilant,

you know all the paths.

The smell of wood in the air,

Accompanied by hammering,

A magician in the kitchen, and my crew in the backyard.

Bright blue in the sky,

Green and life on the ground,

An army of ants,

The rain is coming,

We are all together.