I was stewing in anger. I was super worried, about my new friends safety. The trip from the log to the tree looked minuscule but for some reason in our evolutionary history we all seemed to be blessed with stubby little legs that caused us to trip onto our faces more often than not.
I sighed, it was fun while it lasted. But as usual I had been caught. I was greedy. It only made sense that her annoying twin sister, she was older by the way, she didn't care what her sister said to dissuade her.
Her and her sister had a precarious situation to say the least. In some ways she was envious of her sister, her sister always seemed to be able to sweet talk her way out of anything and everything, the rules bended to her will.
I may be the favorite child, we both knew that and accepted it, I absorbed new information like a sponge and was able to recall it at a moments notice, but I couldn't help but be slightly offput at even her marginal fraction of greater freedom than mine.
Sometimes she wanted to throw away her perfect manners, perfect behavior, perfect perfect perfect. For one day she just wanted to be bad, to throw something, to hurl, to scream.
And yet she was always to scared and meek to do so. Every day she felt like she was being pushed to the breaking point, but she had to play this little perfect family game, where you pretend everything is okay and everything will be okay.
We didn't need to remember the scars of our early days, the silence, of the screams, the hunger, of the ways their Mom would get so fixated she would miss the boiling pot overflowing acidic to the touch…
Instead of the icy cold detachment I usually felt when going home I felt fear, not necessarily for myself, but for my new friend, I got them in this mess, they wouldn't even be here if I wasn't so stupidly clingy.
Still I wasn't stupid, I didn't think I was. My Mother wasn't someone you'd wnat to cross, and while she would kill Swamp in a heartbeat… Especially if she knew what he was.
I didn't approve of what she did, which if I ever were to say that out loud many would gasp in shock, especially since whenever I was around others I would gush all over my mother.
Someday I promised. Someday.
I didn't know what would happen on "someday" as I put it, or what I would want to happen, but I just had a feeling. … That Someday…
Until Someday came I had to focus on helping my newest friend, she knew he was secretly a very sensitive soul.