I realised that years ago when she used to get out of bed with me in the morning when the alarm goes off, she'd sit on the bathroom rug right behind me grooming, while I brush my teeth. Only she didn't have to go to work.
Sometimes wide awake and idling, she watches tellie with me and she likes to watch close to the set like she's short-sighted.
She sits across the table or alongside me when I'm having dinner, though most of the time refusing the offer of food. Just sitting there to be part of it.
Whenever I iron or tidy the clothes she makes attempts to help. But such enthusiasm don't last and sleep would take over.
When prepping my face at the mirror, often I catch her watching from the reflection.
She stares in disbelief when I use the hair-dryer and wonders why I allow myself to suffer under the hot-air monster jet.
Some stormy nights she would snuggle up close and lean against me. She'd even get herself under the duvet for safety.
She goes to the door when someone comes home, and hangs around in the kitchen when we cook. As if she's giving a hand.
She's a funny friend. On 14th December she's officially 6 years old. Happy Birthday Saffi, and keep doing what you do best!
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Happy Birthday Saffi! Still as pretty as ever!
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