Dear Matheo
Dear Matheo, It has been two months since you were adopted and live with me at this house. Thank you for accompanying me and being my friend. This house looks different since you arrived here , and I am not home alone anymore. I know you never say anything, but I know you listen to every word I said by moving your tail beautifully. It wasn’t an accident that we finally met. It was early in the morning, when I passed a little stall by the sidewalk on my way to the Tanjung Bias beach, I saw you and your friends displayed in vodka bottles dancing beautifully. You reminded me of Pedro, my little baby that died 10 years ago. Let me tell you a story about him. Pedro was my first pet. He wasn’t literally mine. I met him at a farmer market in Lembang Bandung. He was gorgeous like you and I fell in love at the first sight with him. I bought him as a birthday gift to my friend who was also my co-worker. Pedro was the name my friend gave him, a Spanish word which means Peter. Pedro li