Her When She Was 15
Chapter / H - 4
Vol / D - 1
One day, when she came back from wherever she goes—with a heavy bag on her back—she held a paper filled with colors, most of which I couldn't recognize.
Her eyes were full of tears as she slowly walked toward the door. I followed, gently trying to ease her pain. She looked at me and patted my head.
"Thank you, Kalu. Today, they all said bad things to me because of my drawings. But one day, I'll become one of the top artists—I swear. Stay with me until then, okay?"
Of course, I didn't understand everything she said. But her tears fell slower after that. I just gave her a soft "woof." She smiled—and I liked her the most when she smiled truly.
Later that night, we had chicken. It was delicious. My masters don't eat chicken much—probably because they don't like hurting animals.
Sometimes, my master's daughter doesn't go to wherever she usually does for the whole day—usually once a week. When she stays home, she takes me for a walk.
I remember one time when we went out for a peaceful walk... and ended up going too far.
I had never seen that place before. It was land made only of sand, and water stretched as far as I could see. It was cold, and there were many humans there.
She played in the water while I stayed behind to protect her things. She even bought me a strange snack—it looked like bugs, but it didn't taste like bugs. It was hot... and very tasty.
By the time we came back, it was already night. I never got to visit that place again.
But that one day was so much fun, I'd never forget it—if my old age allows.
She seemed so happy on the way back. And I felt happy just seeing her like that.
Sometimes, she disappears and doesn't come back for weeks. Every summer, she goes to some place I don't know and stays there for a long time.
But one day, she and her parents took me with them to that place. Turns out, she goes to visit her bigger family.
That place was filled with old humans. They smiled a lot more.
I wonder... maybe they are the parents of my master's parents?
There were many new dogs too. They looked scary at first—but they were actually kind. Even the stray dogs there were given good food. Not like the place where I live.
When I came back, I told my best friend all about it. He was shocked—and amazed.
He said he wished someone would adopt him too.
And while I'd be happy for him... I'd also be a little sad.
What if we can't meet up anymore? What if his new masters don't let him out?
But still, I can't choose my own happiness over his, can I?