As I get the sliced bread out the bag to put it in the toaster, I think that I should put a slice on the balcony for the birds like I used to do in Colombia. I think of the last place I lived in my home town All the birds that came to feed and take a bath in the early morning and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
I see the birds with the eyes of my mind, their beautiful colours, their lovely chirping and that makes me smile. I feel happy.
And then, bang! My memories quicky shift.
LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.
I take a deep breath.
I look at the kitties at play. I’m in Canada. I’m safe.
The toasts are ready. Coffee is ready.
OK. Let’s have breakfast then. The fear is gone, but the anxiety remains.
It’s going to be a hard day.
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