I opened my journal.
It was a Suterday night, for both of us.
Here is me painting in my room I guess waiting for another season to pass right next to my closed window blinds. I wasn't outside a lot, physically. But a lot of things from the outside were waiting for me like my friend Paw. That always happy little ball of fluff, he could never fail to make me smile. He is a street dog, but for me he is more than that. My family always says no to bringing him home." We don't have that big house nor garden to take him, we are sorry" everytime they said that I could see the very well know smiles fading away like someone is drawing their emotions with a pen. Seeing them like that breaks my heart, seeing them work all night and day for me and my siblings to be happy and have everything breaks my heart.
So I stopped asking them to take him, but that doesn't mean I can't spend time with him in our spot. Last summer when I found him we got along and I thought about building our own little house but that didn't work so instead we made a hang out place out of wood. There were blankets Christmas lights his bowls for food and water. I took time and painted the whole thing in greenish colour, it wasn't big as a mansion or made out if gold, but safe place defenetly was.
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Here I am getting so much into my imagination that I spilled water for my colours. I quickly got up and ran downstairs for some paper towels to clean the mess, but I heard my mom talking on the phone with someone. But that was none of my buussinues so I just got evereything I nedded and started going upstairs.But the second I stepped on the frist stair I heard my mom say "So you are moving to the city?!" She sounded happy, but I was cerious who is moving to the city? I turned around and sat next to my mom on sofa and gentely tapped her arm she gave me a sign to wait and I did.
I could hear a womans voice saying goodbye through the phone. "Karl do you remember Amy?" She asked and I nodded. We moved here 5 years ago, so Amy was our old neighbor from another town. She was kind, sweet and nice and since she was my moms bestfriends my dad and Amy's husband got along very well.
She had a son we all called him Sap. I didn't hang out with him a lot, we were different from each other which made us argue a lot as kids.
Just thinking about them makes me go into my childhood again. " Karl, they are moving here!" She said with eyes full of joy. I felt happy for her, she had a classic relationships with our neighbors.They would just wave at each other ,ask some questions, and leave. And here we were talking about memories from the past, but I rememberd the water I spilled so I rushed to my room with paper towels and cleaned everything up. I was tired so I just sat on bed and passed out from tirednes. Good thing was that at the time were holidays so I didn't have to worry about school.
-Have a great day/night Budss, love ya<3:]
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Saturday bullets- Karlnap
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