The Pantry Piglet
“ Bick… bick… booook…bick… boook… ”, the early-rising birds flutter around my house singing, the first sound that greets me every morning. Time moves slowly, Vincent comes home to clean up. He diligently cleans the house and lights the prayer lamps, even though he doesn’t share my faith, he does it for my happiness. He starts preparing the food for me and a little more, which he later will be taking to the orphanage nearby. Then he cleans up the pigsty and grooms the plants and flowers in the garden. Over the year, some of my pigs have died, and now I am left with 3 pigs and a cute little mischievous piglet. I often spend time sitting out by the fence, engaged in conversations with these little creatures. After completing the work around the house, Vincent goes out to his other day job. He will return to prepare dinner. During this time, I find myself alone in this spacious house. ...