Sometimes you stare at the nightlight on the wall. Are you missing the stars?
Sometimes when you do that you cry.
Who did you lose, kediké? Were they very dear to you?
I can’t replace whoever it was. I can feed you and bathe you, and in time you may forget, but I don’t think you will. I think my little green girl will always remember her bizaabgotojo, forever and ever.
I hope that all of your gotogo have loving parents. Do you think that some of them are grown up already? Do you think that some of them are still frozen asleep, waiting for homes?
Dearest Kedi, may you always be loved.