Archery
A Future with You
Times were hard.
I was sold to a wealthy household to be a playmate for its young master, who had a lame leg.
He had a delicate, handsome face, but his health was very poor.
His right leg was disabled, he was always coughing, and sometimes he was too weak even to sit up.
Everyone in the household said he would not live long.
Afraid I would be sent away, I slipped into his room and leaned over the edge of his bed.
“Could you please not die?
If you die, I won’t have a home again.”
He paused, then smiled gently and stroked my head.
“All right.
I’ll see if I can stay alive.”
