It is quite dark in here with the occasional bursts of some light when I see her hands come in to grab something kept right in front of me. She brought me home a little more than a year ago. They (she and he) thought they would need me around, that I would be a healthy company. Ever since that day, I've only shifted positions because they moved to a new place, which meant that I got a new place as well.

It was almost as if they'd forgotten me. He forgets everything, so i forgive him. She is not supposed to forget! I sit here wondering, "does she think of me, does she even remember?" All I could do was wait, and I waited and then waited some more and got used to it. Used to seeing the bursts of light now and then, used to seeing her hand... just her hand.

Today the door opened and light gushed in as i waited. It was not hers but his hand this time. As I waited to see it grabbing something, I saw it reaching for me! He held me in his hand and tilted me around as I heard her say, "is it still good?". He searched me hard and then told her, "Expires Jan 2007" to which she said, "let's finish it real quick then!"

I met Focaccia, a long-time friend of mine today. It was good.

Yours sincerely,
Virgin Olive Oil