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[Cat Pierce - You belong to me]

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"I sought you, part of my soul, and demanded the other." - Paradise Lost, John Milton

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Just as flowers cannot choose their own color, the wind blows the skirt of a dress and the water takes the shape of the container, we could not choose who we are. I was free when I realized that I could not control the events that took place in a chain through life and that I could not choose the person whom I transformed with the effect of each event on me.

I used to wear my father's hat with the shirt my mother sewed and my uncle's belt. I liked that the melting snow was dripping from the roof edges to the floor, the little bit of fire on the candle wicks, closing my eyes against the sweet breeze and blowing my hair. I liked that old musty smell of yellow paper books.

I was tired of hearing things I shouldn't have heard and seeing things that no one else could see, with occasional intense hatred. My father's favorite act of life was hunting. He taught to hunt only certain animals that lived deep in the forest, rather than simple and small prey. This brutal act brought us together, giving us skills that other children might not have.

Sometimes, hours passed while we were waiting for an animal to come out in that place where we were hiding, and we would wait for a bird, gazelle or any predator that would appear among the tall grass without making a single muscle move for long hours.

I could count how many leaves there were on the tree branch in front of me, until the creatures relaxed in silence identified us with one of the trees we were hiding behind and emerged from the hole in which they hid themselves. The squirrels' teeth and crackling branches sounded very clearly echoing in my ears. This state of focus, in which I just close my eyes and enter, would integrate me into the forest and, with my body hidden in the grass, turned me into the most ferocious predator in this forest.

With the observation, the trail version, and the gun with which I held the grip tightly, I would forget who I was and what I was for at least five hours.

Then at the end of the barrel and before my eyes the image of the prey I was waiting for became clear, my head would slowly turn to my father. He would raise his index finger to his lips while emphasizing my silence. Then that finger would slowly turn to the mountain lion approaching unconsciously towards us.

The only feeling I felt inside was excitement when I came eye to eye with the lion staring at me in the branches with its ocher fur and striped eyes. Fear, anxiety, or tension wouldn't hit me for a moment. All I had to do was try to control my excitement and wait;

I would wait and wait ... Until the lion walked closer to me and walked with his forearm muscles back.

While one eye closed for a moment and slowly tilted my head to the side, I would point the muzzle at the most important point on his body, and open my closed eye, I would lock completely. When he took another step and broke the weak branch in front of him with a thin crunch, I would press my index finger slightly on the trigger.

We would meet again.

I wouldn't even expect my dad to say anything.

I would press the trigger and watch the bullet hit his body with the sound of the explosion, the birds fearing the sound fly off the trees and the lifeless body of the lion collapsing to the ground. As the smell of gunpowder reached my nose, my father would slowly get up from where he was lying and look at the lion.