by a wall at least five feet high.
After a while, every day we’d come
home and Fufi would be sitting
outside the gate, waiting for us. We
were always confused. Was
someone opening the gate? What
was going on? It never occurred to
us that she could actually scale a
five-foot wall, but that was exactly
what was happening. Every
morning, Fufi would wait for us to
leave, jump over the wall, and go
roaming around the neighborhood.
I caught her one day when I
was home for the school holidays.
My mom had left for work and I
was in the living room. Fufi didn’t