\u2018Blink!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My master had an inbox message. I had to notify him first! I shook my body energetically. Would my master notice? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho\u2019s the one who ruins my morning?\u201d My master was a little mad at the message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Did I do something unnecessary? Anyways, you had a new message, master!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He then picked me up from a cold, bland surface. Heh! Such a long gravity! My master held me in front of his sleepy eyes. They seemed reluctant to open, though. Master looked into my eyes intensely. All of a sudden, I could see all of his incoming messages. The message sent to us just now was \u2018Hey, care to join us on hiking?\u2019, and my master started typing. \u2018No, thx, dude. I have just woken up,\u2019 my master replied. \u2018Yea, don\u2019t join the villainous people who ruined your peaceful sleep, my master!\u2019 I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, there was another inbox message earlier than \u2018dude\u2019s\u2019. It was from someone named \u2018Janice\u2019. She typed, \u2018Can we meet at the Meadows Caf\u00e9 at 10?\u2019. My master pressed on my both chubby, flat, tumor-looking hands that stood out on two sides of my body with his rough, a little itchy fingers. He asked me, \u201cHey, Sydney, what time is it now?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s 9:55 a.m., Sir,\u201d I spoke to him! It was an outstanding achievement to talk to my master finally. However, he didn\u2019t feel pleased. Instead, he was shocked and dropped me down to the floor. Ouch!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After a while, he brought me on the streets with him. My master was somewhat anxious, although I could only see part of him through my second pair of eyes. He was running at speed\u2026 Oh ho! As clarified by the installation \u2018Manage Health\u2019, my master was running at 55 kilometres per hour. He was running faster than an average private car. I swore if every human on this very planet called Earth ran at this pace, there would be no purpose for land transportation to exist. What was even shocking was that even the world\u2019s fastest man, Usain Bolt, could be a speck of dust compared to my master. Bolt\u2019s record was 44.72 kilometres per hour, while master\u2019s record was 55 kilometres per hour. If Dr. Emmett Brown was here to witness my master\u2019s mind-blowing speed, I bet he would say, \u2018Great Scott\u2019. My body was shaking fiercely, and I felt somewhat dizzy. Also, the notification from \u2018Manage Health\u2019 claimed that the master would suffer health risks like sudden heart failure from this severe \u2018ground-shaking\u2019 run. I agreed with Manage Health’s professional advice. Human beings would usually throw up at this pace. Human beings would get car-sick if they couldn\u2019t withstand the speed. For me? It would be \u2018run-sick\u2019! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are so late! It\u2019s already 10:15!\u201d A girl called my master over. Master apologized and sat on the chair nearest to him. The girl and master started chatting while I was recovering from the \u2018run-sick\u2019. The trees and gently-moving clouds further helped me recover. Soon, everything was back to the original, calm, peaceful pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI would like to ask you for a favour,\u201d said the girl. I looked at her. She had a pair of crystal-blue eyes, and her hair was like the newly grown wheat from the countryside. She also had a hat with vibrant colours. As my master replied, they continued for an hour or so. They also ordered some food. They smelt like hot-crossed buns and toasts with a piece of freshly melted butter on top. They smelt perfect for the start of a day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, you get it all wrong, it\u2019s not like\u2026\u201d my master tried to comfort her, but the girl threw a bun on my master\u2019s clothes and ran away. His voice was fainter and fainter every second. Soon, the voice vanished. One second, two seconds, five seconds, five minutes, fifteen minutes\u2026 wait, something was wrong. Was my master still here with me? I searched around the whole environment I could see, but there were no signs of my master anywhere. Something went to my desperate little mind. Notify him!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018Dun, dun, dun, dun!\u2019 I played his favourite masterpieces. Nothing happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018Shutter!\u2019 I blinked automatically\u2014no signs of master anywhere. Eventually, I was tired of trying all sorts of methods. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018Who\u2019s the one who ruins my morning?\u2019 He dropped me on the floor. My body was shaking severely\u2026 Flashbacks of what had happened from the start of the day came up in my mind. My master had been treating me without pity given. Although I tried my best, serving the greatest I could perform to him, all I got was ending up being left behind. Was I not good enough for him? Yet, he spent time with me regularly and even shared his deepest secrets with me. So it was not the case, wasn\u2019t it? I was the one he truly needed, not that girl who threw buns at him! Oh, I got it! It was that very \u2018Janice\u2019 who took my master away from me. A filthy rat indeed! I must make my master forget her. I must not lose to that girl. Ah, that\u2019s right. Delete everything about her! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly, something with sharp-looking edges\u2026 It was a maple leaf, which had just fallen from the maple tree above, but why was there a maple leaf? Why did it have to be maple leaf? Was it trying to tell me something? Sydney? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018A maple leaf symbolizes strength and endurance, Sir.\u2019 Strength and endurance, huh. That\u2019s right. I got to be strong and keep going! I must not give my hopes up! My master must be looking for me everywhere. I should behave well until he came. I just had to sit still. Sit still. Sit still\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018Chip. Chirp.\u2019 Two little tree sparrows returned to their sweet home, their nest, with three baby sparrows striving for food the two tree sparrows brought. A tree sparrow gave its food to two baby sparrows, and the other gave it to the remaining baby sparrow, which could barely chirp. How wonderful it was. In human beings\u2019 definition, it\u2019s called \u2018familial love\u2019. I have never had somebody who feeds me that way. Unlike my master, I don\u2019t have a mother to call. The two sparrows which shared their food were taking away the \u2018non-chirping\u2019 ones. How mean they were! I was kind of jealous of my master being a human. Human beings have their family members. At that time, I tried to recall\u2014someone named \u2018my younger brother\u2019 in my \u2018absolute\u2019 memory. I wanted to try to snatch \u2018my younger brother’s food once if I were allowed to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, Amber, do you feel better now? You were absent from school earlier the week because of the fever\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYea, I\u2019m feeling more energetic than ever before! Maybe it\u2019s a rebirth, Charisse!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen we could experience a lot of rebirths in our lifetime. Hehe! \u201cSo true. By the way, I\u2019m going to the library. Care to join?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSure. Why not?\u201d Children casually chatted as they passed up. How beautiful human interactions were. I liked the tone of worriedness among pals when one was sick or injured. When I fell on the floor, my master wouldn\u2019t ask me how I felt or apologise for dropping me. Instead, he acted as if nothing had happened. However, when you could experience genuine emotion through daily in-person interactions, why would one choose to type and text when you could experience those? If I had to choose, there would be no doubt about choosing meeting in reality, but fate is cruel. There wouldn\u2019t be anyone who would talk with me as human beings think it\u2019s such a silly thing to do. I didn\u2019t know it was stupid, though. If my master wanted to talk with me, I would be all ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As hours passed by, I felt sleepier and sleepier. I guessed I had to fail you, my dearest maple leaf. I couldn\u2019t keep on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another piece of maple leaf fell on me at that very moment\u2014a fallen maple leaf. A fallen leaf means growth, change and revival. Yea, master, perhaps it\u2019s time for a change. You shouldn\u2019t spend all of your time with me. \u2018Time has come for you to change, Sir,\u2019 I told myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shortly after, I could faintly hear\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s weird, the phone is not reacting!\u201d My master anxiously clicked on me. The maple leaf was still recovering my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c A maple leaf? Or is it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2018Blink!<\/p>
My master had an inbox message. I had to notify him first! I shook my body energetically. Would my master notice<\/p>
\u201cWho\u2019s the one who ruins my morning?\u201d My master was a little mad at the message.<\/p>
Did I do something unnecessary? Anyways, you had a new message, master<\/p>