My Little Girl

December 19, 2015, a day to never forget

The day my parents brought home My Little Girl.

“Mom and Dad won’t get us a dog.” I bet my sister

We planned and plotted how we could convince them.

I begged for a dog, only to get the response “We aren’t getting a dog, Mister!”

A fluffy friend was what I needed, I wished for one like it was a gem.

It was nearing Christmastime, my sister and I hoped this would be our chance

We thought maybe this would be a good time for them to surprise us.

Nothing would have made us happier than watching our own little puppy prance

As the days rolled by, we lost our hope, until our parents told us “we have something to discuss.”

Mom and Dad told Tessa and I that they would be gone on December nineteenth

“A business trip.” Nothing unusual as they went to those frequently.

That was a lie.

As the date grew closer to Christmas day, Tessa and my minds grew away from the puppy

We could think of nothing but the Christmas morning to come.

We would only get a little buddy if we were lucky

I was excited for all, but most thrilled by the thought of one gift I could be given that day.

December nineteenth came and my parents took off in their brownish-orangish Ford Explorer

Tessa, my cousin Margo, and I watched A Christmas Story while my parents were away.

My sister didn’t last long, falling asleep in no time because the movie bored her

Margo and I laid there watching the movie, until home “Your parents are home!” Margo did say.

Despite the doubts my sister and I had.

Despite the uncertainty my sister and I had.

Despite the suspicion my sister and I had.

My parents walked through the dark wooden garage door holding a puppy.

That moment was so surreal, a dream had come true

The only problem was I couldn’t believe it.

I expected my parents to look at Margo and say, “She’s for you.”

When Mom and Dad said she was for us, I didn’t know if they were being legit.

They said her name would be Peppa, named after my youngest sister, Keely’s, favorite show

I loved Peppa, I loved her black fur, white face and paws, deep black eyes, her tiny body.

Everything about her was so perfect, I didn’t ever want her to grow

Her underbelly was my favorite part of her, it was so spotty.

I took the sleeping Peppa into my arms, she was no larger than a football

I felt her soft fur, I smelled the sweet scent of puppy shampoo, I heard the muffled snores.

I wanted this moment to last forever, I wanted this moment on recall

I couldn’t have been happier, not even on some beautiful costal shores.

Peppa is still my little girl.

I love her with all my heart.

I wouldn’t trade her for anything, not even the world.

Every passing moment with Peppa, I wish I could restart.