to follow
For a long while there when I was a kid, my best friend was my cousin. She was a couple years younger and she liked to follow me around. She was a very good follower if you want to know the truth. She always let me choose what game we’d play. I was sort of like the president of our friendship I guess. But there was one particular night I didn’t want her to follow me. I told her to stop and she cried. My uncle came along and sort of tried to explain the whole thing. “She just wants to follow you around” he said. I understood that actually. It’s just that I think I was scared of the attention. I mean, if someone follows close enough they’re going to see something you don’t want them to see. But sometimes you just have to let people follow you around. To tell you the truth I’ve cried more than once after giving my cousin a hug and then parting from her.
