Lonely

Sitting near the glistening, icy river on the glittery, snowy banks in the Chinese bamboo rainforest she was raised in, unclothed, kind, curious 3 year old human Malaysian girl Tin Tin gazed at a little patch of snow she cannot take her eyes off. There was something about this entire world she hasn't even discovered yet - a small, sparkling fantasy land only she and her warm blooded body can conjure up.

She placed a firm, tender handprint into the snow, creating a perfect, gentle print. Then, she noticed another print beside her’s. A panda's pawprint. Who is she really? A panda or a human. She stroked her soft, satiny skin and sighed. To be a panda among humans is to be born with white skin and raven black hair - and yet, with no darkness around her eyes, she is still as kind and as loving as the woman she'll become soon.

And then, she wasn't lonely anymore. She felt a big dumpy baby paw tap her on her soft back, not even breaking the skin. She turned and saw Princess, her baby panda friend, giggling away like she had played a trick on her. Tin Tin was so delighted she picked up Princess and cuddled her close to her warm blooded body, her fur keeping her safe and comfortable as much as her own skin kept her little friend safe and warm.

The two of them crawled into their little cave by the edge of the river and snuggled into their soft nest of leaves and peacock feathers. Tin Tin kissed Princess on her little fluffy head and yawned as soft as a dove. Soon, the two of them were both sound asleep to the peace and quiet of Winter.