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A year has passed since I unwittingly freed my house
elf. I was sure that I would rue the day when I thoughtlessly handed her a pair
of socks and felt the *snap-pinng* of the bond breaking between us. And,
had she taken full advantage of the occasion, I might have felt more regret. As
it is, nothing much has changed.
She still drives me to work, asks what I want for
dinner, vacuums the rug in my writing room, brings me tea, and tucks my polar
bears into bed at night. She is still my armchair therapist, my surrogate guru,
my confidence coach and my greatest fan. She coaxes, encourages, and always
supports me in whatever mad escapade I think to undertake.
She rocks—and not just because she loves me.
She was my best friend before she was my elf, and she
will be my best friend after we are done with this estate. Throughout our long
existence together, she has been my sister, my counselor, my jester, my mirror,
and perhaps, during a life or two, my rival.
No matter what life we’re in, however, she is always
my hero.
Happy birthday, Ter.
With love,
This is simply beautiful. Happiest birthday, Ter. Love you lots.
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