My First Word

By Nikhil

There I can see everyone so much happy around,

I just don't know why

They don’t seem to like my cheeks

They just want to rip them apart

As they are totally capable of as they all are so freaking big

Now there is this man...so funny,

I think he is so damn confused that he likes me or not

He throws me, then decides to catch me again. Like seriously get a ball or something for yourself.

But for some reason, don't know why I enjoy it so much.

I just enjoy his company so much,

I remember I just pooped on his hands

And he wasn't even depressed... he laughed and laughed again.

Which was bizarre and it made me cry.

Sometimes he is just an inch away from my face and wants me to call him “papa”.

What's “papa” who gave you this stupid name.

At last, when I decided to call you by that name one day.

There I said slowly( intentionally…)

I could see your face filled with excitement and shock!! that you heard it right or not

There I said it again so that you could hear..

I could have said something else like “scooby Boobie doooooohooo” , or “SPD emergency”.

But then I saw your tears… nah he wasn't sad he was so glad, those tears were pure as they reflected his love for me,

And yes it was worth saying…

I was so moved that it made me cry as well

Now I will call you papa as much as you like as much as you want, but I guess I like saying it more than you like it hearing

"Papa"...

By Nikhil