Yesterday I (Pompe) could sense that something was about to happen. Mama kept walking back and forth in the apartment packing up all her stuff. I understood that we were about to move, but I didn’t know to where. I kept looking at mama to get clues, but I couldn’t figure out where we were going to. It could have been anywhere!
This morning she put all the stuff into a taxi. I was a bit nervous that she would leave me behind, so I made sure to stand in her way, so she wouldn’t forget me.
In the taxi I sat in her lap, 100% inpatient, looking out the window for any clues as to where we were going. Mama kept repeating the same two words over and over again ‘new friends’, ‘new friends’, ‘new friends’. I know the word ‘friends’, and it excites me to hear that word, but I still don’t understand what the word ‘new’ means.