Lily
I remember the day we brought Lily home. It was a time in which I thought a lot about life, and subsequently, about death. I wondered what life and death were all about, and I also wondered about what death could possibly bring to the human soul. Thoughts had never turned into actions, though they easily could have, and I think I have Lily to thank for that. For a while, we had joked that she was an omen of some sort; the day she walked through our door, I had lost my favorite pair of socks, and a rock had hit the windshield of my father’s car, something that amounted to over one-hundred dollars worth of damage. In Lily’s presence, we always felt as if something were going to happen- we were never sure of what, though. Lily, somehow, just had a way of making you stop and wait. At the time, though, it had been a thing we had simply joked about. At the time, I didn’t know that Lily was something really special.
