[ 利生人 | Chio | 陳強 | 軼名 | Desiree | Shera ]

My Childhood Friend

Shera Iu Xuemin Hall

With the time wheel rolling forward, people are striving incessantly keep in pace. They look forward to their future and imagine their days ahead without looking back. However, being a slave of reminiscence, I sometimes hold myself back and jump into the sea of memory for some refreshment.

Childhood is the period that always lingers in my mind as it is beautiful and jolly and a childhood friend is indispensable when accounting for its beauty and jolliness. Although my childhood friend and I did not share the same language, have the same size, enjoy the same food and belong to the same kind of living organism, affection acted as the concrete for filling the gap.

Mimi, my childhood friend, was my pet cat. She came to my family when she was just one year old. She was like a sister to me. Whenever I was upset, she seemed to smell something wrong and sat near me to give me some comfort. Though she was not be able to speak, she was an excellent listener and tried to release some of my sorrow by her sympathetic expression. Apart from being a good listener, she was a good alarm clock too. At about 7:30 am every day, she jumped on my bed and waited there until I opened my eyes. In my leisure time, we watched television together and played together. Every day passed like arrow with her presence.

I remember that once Mimi went out and did not come back for a few days. Those few days passed like years; her absence created a kind of emptiness that could hardly be filled. However, a few days later, when I dragged myself out of my bedroom, a familiar voice struck me. When I turned my head towards the windowpane, I saw Mimi sitting there with her usual charming posture. At that moment, my eyes could not hold my tears any more and I hugged my little treasure without any hesitation. After this event, we seemed to be linked by a kind of bond that could not be explained by words.

Nothing is perpetual. Where there is beginning, end is something expected. At last the separation came. One morning, Mimi did not wake me up as usual. I rushed to the dining-room with the fear that she might disappear again. At last, I found her outside the bathroom. There she was, lying motionlessly and breathing heavily. In desperation, I tried to stroke her softly in the hope that I could wake her up. After a short while, my effort was proved in vain. My vision was blurred by tears and shiver ran down my spine as soon as I realized that Mimi had gone to her final destination.

Mimi left me and went on her journey. Since then, I have a notion that she may surprise me one day by sitting near the windowpane and waiting for my hug. Nothing is perpetual but our affection is.