You Are My Sunshine

His dreams were teeming and bright. Reflections of the imagination that Fakira posessed, he wriggled in his sleep, chasing after something that was just ahead, just through the mile high grasses and shining sun. Yet even through his slumber he could hear it - just barely, the sound of rain pitter pattering in the distance. It was what slowly woke him up, the reason why he peeked his eyes open and with heavy steps he would pull away from the warmth of his mother and siblings. The boy's face was devoid of expression save for subtle curiosity, as he stared out of the mouth of his family's den. "It's - it's raining mama." He would say loudly at first, but immediately quieted down after he realized the decibel of his voice - he didn't want to wake his slumbering siblings.



"It woke me up - but it smells nice." He would gently smile at his mother, before going over to her and wagging his tail as he looked up at her. "Putem juca in ploaie?" His romanian was smooth, but childish - as he was just that. Not to mention he heard more english from the rest of his family. Yet he was used to his mother and her soothing bilingual tongue, at the very least, he could ask whether he could go outside and play.



And who better to face something new, something that he had seen and heard but not been in - than with his mother? She wasn't the most playful, but having her there made him feel more confident - and honestly, all of the water falling at once sounded like quite the torrent to a pup as young as Fakira. "Pleeease?"

"Talk like this"