Monkey by the name of Topi.
He is so much older than I am.
He is always here, sitting quietly in the corner of my study.
Always looking at me patiently, not asking for anything,
and me never noticing him since I became an adult.
Until yesterday, for some unknown reason or no reason.
I don't miss being a child, but I do miss the ability of children
to derive joy from things that adults won't take a second look at.
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