MY OLDER SISTER
Furtive Hedgehog
Anonymous Neighbor
My blessing lies in a meeting that occurred early in my human career, mere seconds after taking the C-section exit. I found myself being cradled by the star-employee of a firm with offices spanning the Netherlands, France, London and Ghana, a new, imposing figure commanding unmatched respect and attention amidst the ranks. This one year old, having learned to walk a few days prior to my employment, was an intellectual powerhouse without parallel, unbridled with a love that I peacefully slept in since joining our wondrous world.
From my earliest memories, my neck assumed a tilted posture. My eyes always plastered on this beautifully tall personality, drinking life from her effortless being. Whether engaging in the quarterly dance, the olympic games in our back garden, writing a screenplay with our plastic dinosaurs, her chubby cheeks and cheeky ways paved the way for our collective shenanigans.
Through these holes at the back of an enormous, moving metallic structure, we would shack up together and perceive the world, collecting imperative data for the firm. We sang, pranked, cried, screamed, loved in an uncanny synchronicity. Occasionally, she found these magical, warm, rectangular structures that she would stretch over us and we would get the much needed rest of two hard-working global leaders.
The furtive hedgehog on an aquatic adventure
Many years later, I would be faced with a terrifying, abrupt separation from her. In my usual way, the airport seemed close to outrunning me, catching up only by the skin of my teeth. Once at the gate, realising there would be no consistent return to the cradle of her arms, and her no return to mine, we found ourselves looking through black mirrors that managed to holographically capture some of us. With no 3-dimensionality, no shadow, no smell nor feel, she had been encaged in my four-cornered minuscule box, as we bid our unfortunate, watery farewell to each other.
Thankfully, the firm had a way of resolving such fundamental issues. The Paris office, having made substantial progress, was graced with the addition of our wondrous character. Flying in with great speed, she quickly established herself, navigating the undercurrents of this rambunctious city. Her placement was extremely telling: rather than adding the second office in some tall building with a deferential view of the skyline, surrounded by an army of unnecessary restaurants, she chose a quiet, peaceful area and quickly became a member of its community. We pranced around the surrounding streets, her speaking to security guards, waitresses, cashiers just as she spoke to Nobel Laureates, and in all of them this rich, childlike gleam would appear.
After a demanding day of work, I chose to visit her office. Knocking on the door, I was greeted with the same warmth I had once experienced under those sheets. The orange lights caressed the walls, flowers singing a gentle tune that would put a wartime general to sleep in his mothers arms. Something wonderful was at bay, in the eyes and the shape of the laughter in that office, it seemed we were all imbibing in each other's beings. And how incredible that, now ripe, we could share this office with others who heard the same tune calling their name.
MY OLDER SISTER
Furtive Hedgehog
Anonymous Neighbor
My blessing lies in a meeting that occurred early in my human career, mere seconds after taking the C-section exit. I found myself being cradled by the star-employee of a firm with offices spanning the Netherlands, France, London and Ghana, a new, imposing figure commanding unmatched respect and attention amidst the ranks. This one year old, having learned to walk a few days prior to my employment, was an intellectual powerhouse without parallel, unbridled with a love that I peacefully slept in since joining our wondrous world.
From my earliest memories, my neck assumed a tilted posture. My eyes always plastered on this beautifully tall personality, drinking life from her effortless being. Whether engaging in the quarterly dance, the olympic games in our back garden, writing a screenplay with our plastic dinosaurs, her chubby cheeks and cheeky ways paved the way for our collective shenanigans.
Through these holes at the back of an enormous, moving metallic structure, we would shack up together and perceive the world, collecting imperative data for the firm. We sang, pranked, cried, screamed, loved in an uncanny synchronicity. Occasionally, she found these magical, warm, rectangular structures that she would stretch over us and we would get the much needed rest of two hard-working global leaders.
The furtive hedgehog on an aquatic adventure
Many years later, I would be faced with a terrifying, abrupt separation from her. In my usual way, the airport seemed close to outrunning me, catching up only by the skin of my teeth. Once at the gate, realising there would be no consistent return to the cradle of her arms, and her no return to mine, we found ourselves looking through black mirrors that managed to holographically capture some of us. With no 3-dimensionality, no shadow, no smell nor feel, she had been encaged in my four-cornered minuscule box, as we bid our unfortunate, watery farewell to each other.
Thankfully, the firm had a way of resolving such fundamental issues. The Paris office, having made substantial progress, was graced with the addition of our wondrous character. Flying in with great speed, she quickly established herself, navigating the undercurrents of this rambunctious city. Her placement was extremely telling: rather than adding the second office in some tall building with a deferential view of the skyline, surrounded by an army of unnecessary restaurants, she chose a quiet, peaceful area and quickly became a member of its community. We pranced around the surrounding streets, her speaking to security guards, waitresses, cashiers just as she spoke to Nobel Laureates, and in all of them this rich, childlike gleam would appear.
After a demanding day of work, I chose to visit her office. Knocking on the door, I was greeted with the same warmth I had once experienced under those sheets. The orange lights caressed the walls, flowers singing a gentle tune that would put a wartime general to sleep in his mothers arms. Something wonderful was at bay, in the eyes and the shape of the laughter in that office, it seemed we were all imbibing in each other's beings. And how incredible that, now ripe, we could share this office with others who heard the same tune calling their name.
MY OLDER SISTER
Furtive Hedgehog
Anonymous Neighbor
My blessing lies in a meeting that occurred early in my human career, mere seconds after taking the C-section exit. I found myself being cradled by the star-employee of a firm with offices spanning the Netherlands, France, London and Ghana, a new, imposing figure commanding unmatched respect and attention amidst the ranks. This one year old, having learned to walk a few days prior to my employment, was an intellectual powerhouse without parallel, unbridled with a love that I peacefully slept in since joining our wondrous world.
From my earliest memories, my neck assumed a tilted posture. My eyes always plastered on this beautifully tall personality, drinking life from her effortless being. Whether engaging in the quarterly dance, the olympic games in our back garden, writing a screenplay with our plastic dinosaurs, her chubby cheeks and cheeky ways paved the way for our collective shenanigans.
Through these holes at the back of an enormous, moving metallic structure, we would shack up together and perceive the world, collecting imperative data for the firm. We sang, pranked, cried, screamed, loved in an uncanny synchronicity. Occasionally, she found these magical, warm, rectangular structures that she would stretch over us and we would get the much needed rest of two hard-working global leaders.
The furtive hedgehog on an aquatic adventure
Many years later, I would be faced with a terrifying, abrupt separation from her. In my usual way, the airport seemed close to outrunning me, catching up only by the skin of my teeth. Once at the gate, realising there would be no consistent return to the cradle of her arms, and her no return to mine, we found ourselves looking through black mirrors that managed to holographically capture some of us. With no 3-dimensionality, no shadow, no smell nor feel, she had been encaged in my four-cornered minuscule box, as we bid our unfortunate, watery farewell to each other.
Thankfully, the firm had a way of resolving such fundamental issues. The Paris office, having made substantial progress, was graced with the addition of our wondrous character. Flying in with great speed, she quickly established herself, navigating the undercurrents of this rambunctious city. Her placement was extremely telling: rather than adding the second office in some tall building with a deferential view of the skyline, surrounded by an army of unnecessary restaurants, she chose a quiet, peaceful area and quickly became a member of its community. We pranced around the surrounding streets, her speaking to security guards, waitresses, cashiers just as she spoke to Nobel Laureates, and in all of them this rich, childlike gleam would appear.
After a demanding day of work, I chose to visit her office. Knocking on the door, I was greeted with the same warmth I had once experienced under those sheets. The orange lights caressed the walls, flowers singing a gentle tune that would put a wartime general to sleep in his mothers arms. Something wonderful was at bay, in the eyes and the shape of the laughter in that office, it seemed we were all imbibing in each other's beings. And how incredible that, now ripe, we could share this office with others who heard the same tune calling their name.
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