I learned that my ancestors came from the Steppes. They were nomads whose greatest treasure was their horses. The word for horse was “janibar”, which meant “one with soul”. I was looking at my orchid plant blooming in my kitchen window today and couldn’t help but notice that my “one with soul” was watching me.
Her mother was more interested in what was for lunch.
Siete thought that Silk’s serving of hay tasted better than hers. It reminded me of when my daughter sticks her fork in my food and says, “How come everything always looks better on your plate?”