Best Friends (Our True Story) - Chapter 3: Same Age... And Name?
by Leah F.
Raphael and I - 8 years old
Chapter 3 - Same Age... And Name?
As time went on, there were times when Heidi didn't come with me to see the horses. One of these times when I went by myself, my parents drove me, and I introduced them to all my new four-legged friends. I was brushing Raphael when his owner, Jim, drove up and pulled into the driveway.
He and my parents already knew each other somewhat, so they started talking as I quietly listened while still brushing Raphael. My mom was closest to me, so I gently pulled her aside and asked her if they could ask how old Raphael was. They did, and Jim looked at Raphael and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a moment, then said, "Oh, I think he's about eight."
My mouth dropped.
Raphael? Eight years old? Just like me! I grinned at Raphael and kissed his nose. This was so cool! I turned around to watch my parents talk to Jim, and that's when my heart sank.
My dad had just mentioned the fact about how I would love to have Raphael, when Jim shook his head and said, "No, she don't want that horse, that's for sure. He's wild, and he bites." Just as the last words slipped off of his lips, Raphael got as close to the fence as he could, and dropped his head just over my shoulder as I wrapped my hands around his nose, and my mom took a picture.
It was Jim's turn to have his mouth drop, and I tried my best not to smile. I knew Raphael as well as I knew myself, if not better, and I knew what he said wasn't true. After that, Jim really didn't say much, and I don't remember a lot after that either.
Soon after that, we had to make a trip to the city. During our trip, we stopped to eat at Olive Garden, and being both under twelve, my brother, Deavon, and I got the kids' coloring menu. On the menu was a wordsearch for famous Italian artists, and I soon found Raphael, but the name was backwards in capital letters - LEAHPAR. I gasped. My name was in his name!
I grabbed the paper and showed it to my parents, who both thought it was really neat, then my mom looked at my dad and said in a soft tone of voice, "We really need to try and buy him for her."
Oh, how I wished we could...