To let go.

I found an abandoned baby hare once.
He was the most adorable,fuzzy,innocent and helpless looking soul.
I "rescued" him (which i later realized i shouldn't have) and brought him home.

Soon,the time came to set him free again.It was a wild creature,and hadn't really developed any attachment to our family.We,on he other hand,gushed at how he wiped his whiskers clean of milk,how he LOVED little watermelon pieces,how he had a keen sense of TASTE and could tell if the cabbage was fresh or not.All imaginary,this was. Like believing the birds chirp outside your window with the sole purpose of waking you up in the morning.

When we set him free,it ached to see him disappear into the bushes.Not knowing who' d feed him,what he would do at night..wondering if he 'd feel lonely.He was still a baby after all.Who'd feed him de-seeded pieces of watermelon again?

In retrospect, Albert didnt need the fruit,or the blanket we provided.He was a creature of the wild.He probably would have been a lot thinner and with coarser fur if we had left him there.But he would be prepared for what was to come.He would know when to hide, when to run, and when to keep still.

How different was my feeling while letting Albert go than my parents' when they let me go??.To pursue my goal.In the big bad world.Without knowing which birds to stay away from and where to find the greenest grass.But i did learn.Nearly escaped several hawks.Ate the wrong flower and groaned for a day.But eventually,I did learn.

Difference is,I came back to tell the tale.I have stronger feet and sharper ears and a keen nose for sniffing out trouble.But boy am i glad for the de-seeded watermelon pieces and the familiar blanket.

I like to believe Albert is happy running around on the same hillock.With a few friends.
Everytime i go there,i kid you not, i call out his name.I hope he peeps through a shrub one day and i catch a glimpse.But i also hope he s wise enough to not come out of there!