It was a test, really. A test that came from my own selfishness, my hunger for love. My need for someone to depend on, someone to solve my frustrations for me.
It was a test, but I didn't really believe that the two of you would pass it. I did it on a whim; a fit of childish passion. I was a child, after all.
So I convinced myself to fall asleep on that cold plastic table. I awoke to the unlocking of the front door. Two silhouettes in the darkness. By that time I needn't pretend; I was well into a sleepy haze. I did still remember to pout my lips though. And somehow, you understood my little human's talk well enough to understand what I wanted.
The rest of it played out like a dream. Now that I think back, the two of you were probably tired from working all day, and hungry for dinner. Yet you patiently listened to this confusing description of some meaningless little paper craft from a little girl who had a million other fancy toys to play with.
And somehow, I found myself holding a perfect little weather wheel; the same as the one I had seen on the television a few hours before.
That night, I truly felt loved.
I never knew that love was such a wonderful, warm thing.
