A fragile Being (S1 Ep.3-5)

The morning had passed. I had lunch quickly, always keeping an eye on the kitten and in his curious way to explore the space around. Despite the division between the kitchen and the dining room to be open by a hoop, he never got past this. And when I moved from one side to the other, he looked suspicious and slowly followed me, examining the corners of furniture. This gesture od him made me fear even more separation. I felt he needed me.

It was almost 2 pm, an inexplicable sadness invaded me. My thoughts were centred on this little guy. Grew, too, the concern to how could I take him to the vet. I felt nervous and a little restless. There was nothing proper for his transportation and it was a long way to carry him. What really worried me more about the distance we had to do was his reaction to the constant movement and noise we would feel over the path.

I was afraid to leave the kitten, how weird could this feeling be? I don't know if it was the prospect that he would have a good home here, that here he would never be abandoned, here I could protect him. Whatever it was that made me feel like this, it does it because of the fear in me of seeing him as I found him or worse. And this feeling impel me to protect him.

Drinking some water, in an attempt to calm the anxiety he felt, I remembered that Charlie would soon leave for school… I did some petting on kitten asking him to not leave the kitchen and I followed upstairs. As I walked I was looking back fearing the kitten would follow me, but no, he staid in the kitchen, with his loving air without a meow or move. It was weird in a way but had given me a certain relief.

Rose: Charlie, may I?

Charlie: Yes!

Rose: In your way to school can you leave me at the vet clinic?

Charlie: Are you sick!?

Rose: Ahahaha, funny… I found a kitten. I've made an appointment for him and so Mr Luís see if there are any records or any report of disappearance.

Charlie: Ok! No problem. Mom knows you have him?

Rose: Not yet, but it’s likely that he belongs to someone…

Charlie: Now he does!

Rose: By the way! Don't you have a little box that you can borrow me to take him?

Charlie: There are boxes in the garage. There's also some blankets on the shelf of the baskets.

Rose: Thank you, Charlie! You so sweet.

He smiled shaking his head, a typical reaction when he gets embarrassed by a comment directed to him.

My brother is sports champion, dominates techno and is a natural-born artist. Has a relaxed style and even carefree. Inside he is sweet and kind, to help, he is always ready. Is very embarrassed in matters of love. Has a secret passion, which, after I catch, this past Valentine's day, a Valentine's day postcard written by his hand, I found out who was her muse and why he tries to "discreetly" be close without being and why he, Mr popularity, is completely embarrassed when he is around my friends.