Handprints

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After the next couple weeks I had the same routine. I would wake up at 8:00 , then I would tidy up and clean my tail. Then I would head to the rocks and stare at the two-leg. It was so interesting to watch all his different emotions that he went through. Sometimes he was mad or sad and sometimes he showed no emotion at all. The only thing was that I never really saw him happy. Well there was this one time when he smiled, but that was only once. Each time he left and came back he would leave footprints. This proves to him and me that he was the only one who came to this spot. One day in the afternoon when he had left I placed my gentle hand on the coarse sand. When I lifted it my hand was shaped in the sand. I left it there.

The next day when I went to the rocks,  he came. He was staring down at his legs when I saw his eyes shift to my hand that was embedded in the sand. He looked confused. He kept on looking at the footprints. He probably thought that another two-leg had been coming to his spot. He stared at my handprint for a while, it made me feel fuzzy inside. When I saw him get up to leave I, I too was preparing to swim off home. Right as I was about to leave he turned around and stared at the handprint again. He quickly placed his hand next to mine. Then he wiped his hands together to brush the sand off. He walked off. I sat in aw as I realized that he knew I existed.

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