The Naive Urban

Chapter 3: Hope

I was still sitting in the airport, waiting for it to be 3am already. I'm so excited, and I was on the phone texting my friend who was living there. She told me she was going to wake up before the sun rises tomorrow, so that she'll arrive at the airport and pick me up. She was excited to meet me too. The first thing I wanted to do when I leave the Charles de Gaulle Airport, was to visit the Eiffel Tower. Or, I should stick to common sense, by going to a nearby café first since it was going to be morning.

It was now midnight, and I've been sitting on this chair, for what it feels like a whole day. My rear end was killing me, and I wanted to get up and stretch, and so I did. I started to stand up and touch my toes with my hands without bending my knees. Then I placed my hand on my right knee to stretch it out so that the soreness would fade away, then I did the same on my other knee. A little bit of stretching was able to make me feel free. I felt like a caged bird sitting on that chair...

My dog, Hope, was eager to come out of my carry-on bag. I was afraid she's going to bark really loudly that it'll echoed throughout the whole place. I thought about it, and I didn't care what others thought about my close friend. I carried her out of the bag, and she was, believe it or not, behaving well. She didn't bark, nor did she squeal or growl at someone. She sat on my lap while I stroked her body and petted her a few times. Hope is a Yorkie. I named her after something I've been attached to my whole life. I was a hopeful girl, and I still am. When I first received Hope, I was willing to give her a unique name. My mother wanted to give her a simple name like Sophia or Bella or just a common one like Princess. She remained as "Mysterious" until we gave her a better name. This lasted for about three weeks. Even though my mom and I were picky with names, we still pretended that Mysterious was officially a member of our little family. While my mom worked almost every day, I would be the one who took care of Mysterious. I fed her, played with her, slept with her, walked with her, everything. Then my mom interrupted us..

"I hope you give her a name that we'll both like." My mom said, while she smiled at me, and that's what came to mind. The word hope, would fit into almost everything, and it felt perfect for me, and for Mysterious. My mom loved the name, but I loved it even more. After that moment, I hoped for Hope.

Hope was my closest friend ever since.