The Things That I Want

When people ask me what I want I'd give them an easy answer. I'd say a book or a journal with a nice pen because that's the easiest. If they asked me what I wanted for the rest of my life I'd say I want peace, happiness, and love along with friends and family because that's what everyone is looking for, someone to be happy with. But if I were to be asked what I really want, with nothing at stake and where anything is possible, I'd say I want a pet. A Dog, a Turtle, and maybe even a Guinea pig.

I grew up surrounded with things to love, especially animals, I love animals. I remember my first puppy, a black one that my Dad let me name (my Mom and Dad love animals too). After her (the puppy), my Dad let me name all of the puppies she ever had. Then there were chickens, and chickens, of course, had chicks. Chicks that I helped feed and change their drinking water everyday on summers. There were also birds that got injured, or newly born birds that fell from their nests. Those birds rarely got better and sadly died a few days later. But there was one bird, Robin, I called it, who got shot and fell because of it's injured wing. I captured it while it was hunting for food on the ground, hopping mostly because it could only just drag it's right wing. My Mom and I cared for it until the day the feathers on it's wing grew back and it could fly again. There were also kittens... I'm not going to talk about what happened to the kittens. I'm not a cat person anyway, but bless the souls of those kittens.

So when I have a job and when I'll have enough time I'll buy a pet of my. My library can wait, a nice laptop and cellphone can wait, a closet full of clothes and pretty shoes can wait, because I'd rather have a pet first than any of this.