Clueless

C3

                I guess skipping some time, we were found. All that still remains in my memory is a police officer kneeling down in front of me asking who I wanted to stay with. I didn't hesitate to say my mom, I wasn't able to see her for the past 3 months, can you blame me?

We had to wait a while before my mom could trust him to let us be alone with him, so it was supervised visits only. He was moved out, has been for a while before any of this happened. My mom's job didn't pay a lot, at least not enough to cover the bills, so within a few years we were kicked out. Like I said, that house held a lot of precious memories.

One was before my parents split, me and my dad would sit in the den and watch WWE. He had a rolling chair that was usually at his desk, but when it would come on, I would drag it in front of the screen and spin around in it during commercials. In the same room, I also remember mom and dad would flip us. You know, they would hold your shoulders and your thighs would rest on their knees and they would kick up and make you flip you. They did that all the time with me and my brother.

Another memory was when my dad left, we got our first dog. My mom took me to the pound after school and asked me to pick out a dog that I wanted to meet. From my mom's point of view, I picked out a black lab that was just laying by her food bowl because she looked sad. When I went up to her pin, she cheered up for the first time in a while according to the worker. They allowed me to meet her when they put her on a leash in case she lunged at me.

My mom and I stood a few feet away from where the worker and the dog was. I hid myself behind my mom's and would occasionally peer out from around them to see her and when I did, the dog would do the same thing. She would try and see around my mom's legs, all while staying in one spot and sat there patiently. She was a very gentile dog to say the least, my mom asked me if I wanted to keep her. I already loved her, she already made a little spot in my heart enough to make me say yes. So we took her home. Her name was Secora. My mom told me it meant "cherry blossom" in Japanese, which now that I'm older, I realize that we spelled it wrong the entire time when it was supposed to be spelled "Sakura". It was the name she came with, it fit her even with that spelling.

She was the most gentile animal that there is, if I was ever sad, she knew, if I was happy, she knew. She was aware not to jump on me because I was only like 3 feet tall, so she would topple me over. Secora was self-aware as well, if she thought something was wrong, she would stop herself from doing it. I'd describe her as the perfect dog.

Like I said, that has holds all kinds of memories, but we eventually had to move out. Later we'd find our forever home.