Growing up was tough.
I never knew my own parents.
Hacking through the shell of my egg,
I finally saw a crack of light…
What was awaiting for me?
Who was outside?
Where was I?
For next few months,
My siblings scurried around me
As we crawled around
And huddled under the warm glow.
When the glow diminished each time,
My sisters and brothers fell asleep
And dreamed about tiny, tasty morsels
That jumped around
As we pounced on them.
That day, I opened my eyes
And we were on a slippery white surface.
I tried to look for my favourite tree
But clawed aimlessly at the smooth
Cold surface of the this wall.
Wait, this was where we waddled around
And shed our skin?
Then, I felt a slight patting on my back.
I walked closer to this being
As I sniffed her fingers.
Looking up, I cocked my head and gazed at her.
“There, there, little one…. Do you want to come home with me?”
I felt a connection!