00:18:00
Waking, I didn’t know where I was. Mother was not with me, and neither was the chair. Even though I was quite weak still, I was now strong enough to rock my body from side to side and turn my head. Looking around, it was obvious that I was surrounded and trapped by odd trees without any covers.
These trees are funny. They grow close together and are all the same size. And they don’t look like the others I’ve seen; they’re not round, and they’re inside. If I wasn’t trapped by them, I would probably like them. Of course, since I can’t move yet, I guess it doesn’t matter. I can wait and fix them later once I start moving.
At least the ground here was soft, though it was just as strange. I was lying on a flat, smooth ground, which was covered in a pale blue cloth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen cloth covering the ground before. I think I like it. While I was feeling and playing with the cloth which covered the ground – I wanted to pull it off and see why this ground was so soft and flat – a strange Aunty came over and picked me up.
“How’s the precious little Angel?” She asked somebody, but I didn’t see who. Trying to look around, I didn’t see anyone but me and her in the room. Why would Angel hide? I’d like to meet them; I don’t know who Angel is!
“Do you like the crib?” The Aunty asked. This time, I think she was talking to me. I’m not certain what a ‘crib’ is. Is that the floor inside the trees? If so, I guess I like it. It’s soft. Aunty seems nice, since she asked my opinion and I can’t answer her fully yet. I wonder if she likes to sing?
“Uhhhh aaaaaaaa ummmmmmm,” I sputtered up at her and waved my arms happily.
“OOOH! Aren’t you precious!” Aunty wrinkled up her nose and rubbed it several times against mine.
How did she expect me to sing to her like that?! And my name isn’t ‘precious’! It’s George! I wrinkled my nose back and tried to kick her with my feet to show her I was displeased, but somehow Aunty only laughed and smiled brighter.
I guess I can forgive her. At least she seems happy. Aunties should always be happy. I don’t like to see sad Aunties. I wonder where Mother is now. Is she still happy? I hope so.
“Come on, precious!” Aunty held me close and started to carry me to the door. “It’s time for a bath for you, and then something to eat.”
I tried to tell her my displeasure at being called ‘precious’. My name was George! But, sadly, she didn’t understand the “Blabba bbbbbaa pttttppt!” my broken voice made.
Why can’t I fix myself?
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00:19:00
Aunty took me to a room with several other aunties, and they all made odd little sounds and passed me back and forth. I was somewhat happy as there were many boobs to choose from, but it was disappointing that they wouldn’t let me feed from them, not matter how hard I grasped for the glorious feeders!
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Many names were given to me, to tell me who these women were, and I worked to remember them all. Julia, Amber, Vicky, Laurana, and Gina were the five women surrounding me, with Gina being the one who had come for me while I was trapped inside the ‘crib’.
After they introduced themselves once, they introduced themselves to me a second time, with different names. Jewels, Ambrosia, Violet, Lacy, and Gem was the names which they gave to me the second time, saying those were their work names.
How marvelous! I didn’t know people could have names for different things! Still though, I wasn’t going to be George Precious. I’d already rejected Precious, Aunties. I’m sorry. You’ll need to give me something different.
For a while, they washed me and passed me around and discussed second names for me. There was two which they couldn’t seem to decide between, and in the end they decided to call me by both of them. “Oswald-Demetri” was going to be my second name.
George Oswald-Demetri. I like it. It sounds nice.
But I want boob!
Why does the Aunties make me wait?
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00:20:00
The bath is finally over, and the Aunties have wrapped a cloth around my bottom once more. The pain is less now than it was before, since they rubbed something called ‘medicine’ on it. I guess I’ll forgive them for making me wait for boob. Perhaps they had a reason, though I don’t know why.
Once wrapped, the Aunties did an odd thing. The carried me outside to sit while Amber knelt down beside a small four legged beast, and pulled on its four strange little legs that didn’t reach the ground. Amazingly enough, milk came from these tiny little legs while the other Aunties laughed and joked about how Amber was good at pulling on “teets”. Are those tiny legs, “teets”?
If so, I like teets like I like boobs! They have milk!
Soon the milk was transferred into a cup and a teet was put over it, and I was given this to drink. I understood! Aunties’ boobs were broken like my other Aunty Helena's. Should I fix it for them? I tried to ponder if they would want that -- after all, I wanted to make my Aunties happy – but the lure of the milk and my hunger was too great.
After eating, I was too tired and went to sleep. I can always fix Aunties later, if I need to, but not now the four-legged teet-milk was nice. Rich and creamy, it was different from Mother’s milk both before and after she died.
Yawning, I couldn’t help but think that I liked all milk.