I had a pet tortoise when I was back in primary school. I think I was 12 and my dad just happened to bring a tiny little tortoise back home. A few months later, we set it free as we decided that it's the best for it. :) I still don't know if it's a he or she.
Before we're actually parted, I just had this intuition that told me that it'll leave me someday. I didn't own a camera and so I just roughly sketched its shape and outlines on a notebook paper. I haven't learnt how to sketch until I was in secondary school and so I could just draw it roughly.Today, I still couldn't sketch much referring to what I've sketched last time, as the outlines drawn were too rough and blur.
Then the memory just gushed down on me. I miss it so much, and I always wonder how it has been. I didn't even get to give it a proper name. As what I could recall, it was extremely quiet... and lonely. It didn't growl, didn't even make a sound. It stayed immobile at the corner of its house and I guess being there alone terrified it. That became the major reason we set it free...
yeah, I miss it but I never regretted the decision... When we love something, we hope for what's best for it, unconditionally.
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