Pumpkin

Yellow, orange and round,
Yet she is mellow when she was found.

I have been hiding pumpkin since i met her last year, because her face reminds me a lot of her founder. I adopted her in one cold night a year ago. Just like a bad mother, i resented any memories that she brings, so i kidnapped her and put her in a safer place, away from me, therefore no violence would happen to her.

Little did i know, that the safe place that i entrust to safeguard and take care of her, did not give enough space for her to breathe or grow. Her once chubby cheek is all hollow and black. Yet she never complains, not even once. And from that same cheek, I can still see her smile. Her big white teeth are still greeting me. Her big eyes are still as adorable as ever. And her witch hat is still in place.

When her founder wanted to see her, I lied to him. I told him that i have lost her. The truth is, i didn't want him to take the most precious thing that i have from him, the memory of him in pumpkin. I wanted to give the image that i no longer cared about him, and anything related to him, including pumpkin. But now, i feel so guilty to pumpkin. Come pumpkin, we will go to the place where you belong to. Where you could feel the breeze of the air, where free food is just beneath your head, and water pours on you wherever you want. And maybe someday i can see pumpkin's babies and grandkids. Thank you for smiling for me and staying with all through these times. Thank you for forgiving me pumpkin. And now i let you go, have your freedom pumpkin! I will visit you once in a while. ANd if you want to, you can always meet your father-and if you bump to him, i hope you will be happy to see him again.