II
Today, I made a friend. She is not real, but she is still my friend. Her body consist of pillows tied to each other. Her face is a globe. She does not have arms. There is a reason to why she does not have arms.
She started telling me the story of how she lost her arms. She was playing with her brother. They were running around the world. It became a race. She was beating her brother. That made her brother really mad. So, he used all his energy to zoom past her and he karate chopped her left arm. Swiftly, her left arm was no longer attached to her. The brother laughed. She cried, but continued running. She was starting to slow down because her tears were everywhere around her globe face. The brother second lapped her and karate chopped her right arm. Just as her left arm, her right arm disappeared. The brother laughed. She stopped running. And that is the story of how she lost her arm.
She is nice. She talks a lot. She has a lot to say. She has been everywhere in the world. Everywhere. She asked why I have never left this house. I did not know the answer. I remained silent. She changed the subject almost instantly.
I do not know her name. She has told me a lot of times, but I always forget. I just call her Violentina. She responds to that name. She responds to any name. She is always listening. Sometimes, I think she can read my mind. Whenever I am thinking sad thoughts, she tells me, “Do not think such sad thoughts. You have been in this house forever. You do not know what sadness is.”
She always tells me that I do not know what sadness is. Maybe she is right.
