My cat. He’s the only who really knows what’s up. For real.
He’s laying right next to me now. Wanted me to stroke him, looking for my eyes. Can he tell? He can tell when I’m down.
I’m at my mom’s. Came to sleep here tonight. Ivonne and Patricio visited dad today. I arrived when they were still here. Ivonne had called my mom the other day inquiring about dad, saying she usually runs into him at the bus stop and that she had noticed it had been a while since she saw him last. So she was wondering if he was still here or had gone back home. Mom told her about dad being in the hospital for a few days. She was so surprised.
They brought dad plenty of food and spent the afternoon with him. Before leaving, they prayed with all of us, asked God to bring our home peace, health and happiness. I don’t know if there’s a God, but they asked so fervently, with such honesty that I thought, how could God not hear these prayers? How could he not give them what they ask for? My eyes welled up in tears hearing Patricio’s voice. Feeling his good energy. I thought, we’ve been so sad lately. How can we shake this off?
Only Felix knows what is really up. He places his paw on my leg as I type and start to sniffle from the tears rolling down my cheeks. He’s not afraid to come close, to check up on me. He knows what’s up. He’s like “it’s okay, I’m here. Cry it out”.