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Belinda Says Hay: “Little Fang and ‘Foster Mom’”

Belinda Says Hay: "Little Fang and 'Foster Mom.'"

Hello. It's Belinda. 

First of all, happy Mother’s Day to all who celebrate. I hope your day is filled with treats and half-naps. And whatever else you like.

As for my mom, I have not heard a “peep” about my family since I left New Zealand.  To be honest, I don’t remember anything about my childhood. Including the plane ride to the US.

I just know what it says on my adoption papers. “New Zealand.” The whole thing is a mystery.

Enough about that. I’ve had a very good week. Mostly because I’ve been shopping a lot on the company website.

I never knew how much fun it was to buy “goodies” for yourself. Hard to stop once you get going, if you know what I mean.

More about that next week. “Stay tuned.”

This week I am writing about my boyfriend’s companion. Also known as “Little Fang.” In honor of Mother’s Day.

Some of you asked to see a photo of her. I don’t have one, but I do have this portrait I drew for our holiday card.

"Little Fang," Belinda's best friend

A year ago, I mentioned that Little Fang calls our roommate “foster Mom.”

No matter how many times I tell her to stop it, she ignores me. Finally I just gave up.

But a few nights ago she started talking about her first home. When I say “night” I mean two o’clock in the morning. When I'm supposed to be resting for the work day.

Anyway she mentioned that she lived with that family for three years. Instead of a pen, she stayed in a cage on the living room floor.

I didn’t know what to say. I would be so bored.

“I watched TV day and night," said Little Fang.

One day, our roommate “swooped in” and took her out of the cage.

Little Fang thought she was just visiting but next thing you know they were in the car driving away.

And they never looked back.

There is a lot more to the story. Including the day she met my boyfriend and became his companion. And how they moved to four or five houses but each time only for a few months.

And how they kept coming back here to live with my roommate. I was set up on the kitchen level the whole time. Eventually my boyfriend and I met.  

And then he got a lump on his shoulder. And now it’s just his companion and me on the bottom level.

“So that’s why I call her ‘foster mom,’” said Little Fang. “Because I never saw them.”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

And then she said it.

“My adoption papers. She must still be fostering me. I don’t have papers.”

I didn’t get a chance to argue with her because she turned and walked straight into her sleeping box.

She didn't say a word the rest of the night.

I didn't bring it up again. But besides shopping, it's all I think about.



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