I am the friend that never was.
You don't see me, and I don't have adoption papers.
But I am here.
I can hear what you wish for. When you wish it so hard that you imagine it. When you imagine it so hard you can visualize it.
That's how I began.
She wished so hard that the chores would just be done. That she wouldn't have to do it all alone anymore.
That's the first thing I remember. Her wish. A burning desire to not be alone in her work.
So I helped.
Doing the chores that she imagined getting done by themselves.
Doing the chores she didn't even remember she had.
And I can put a smile on her face.
When she sees something done she can't remember doing; when something she lost suddenly is near her hand...
When she doesn't see the friend who is helping her.
And she doesn't see me.
She cannot.
But I am there when she needs me.
Gone when she doesn't.
But I am here.
And I'm not the only one of my kind.