-Oh that, Eggy squinted at me, that is my S!
-What do you mean?
-My letter, explained Eggy, the first letter of my name. I’m supposed to get them on my birthdays.
-I thought your name was Eggy.
-For the time being it is. Maybe technically it is S. Eggy. But my very own name will come together over time, after they’ve given me all the letters. You don’t do that?
-No, we picked our names while we were in the womb. My brothers and sisters and I, we discussed what we wanted.
-Oh, how strange!
The S reminded me of my mother’s pocket watch. It was a frail little red string lying protected under a thin glass dome. I tried to smell the S but there was another thick glass case covering the whole thing. Maybe it had a bad smell, I thought.
-Is it okay to take it out? I mean, can I hold it?
-Oh? Yes, yes! One second.
Eggy lifted the outer case and put aside. Now, in it’s new position, it looked like a cassarole dish and I think that’s probably what it originally was. I stood still waiting for Eggy to handle the S first, but as I stood my nose rushed to read the new smells. I made a list in my head that I would try to write down later.
- Smoke, grass, sunblock, but those were all obvious since they must be from the birthday party.
- A type of air that smells different from here, a little mildew, what was this?
-Here Tulie! Tulie! Here you can hold it if you like.
It felt very light and hollow in my paw. I was not really holding the S itself, only the jewelry surrounding it. I wanted to get past the domed glass and the gold and touch and smell the stringy little S itself and I found myself kind of wanting to smash it open. What would the air trapped inside smell like? It didn’t seem like the S should be old, since Eggy isn’t old, but somehow it looked dim and oily and aged, like it had been handled a lot.
-Eggy, you haven’t had a birthday in a long time, have you?
-Hm, what? I would have invited you, if that’s what you’re saying! I never have parties without Tulie. I never would.
-No, no! It’s just that I thought there would be more letters by now. You’re not just one year old, right?
Eggy looked out the window and started peeling the dead skin off her lips.
-Did you know that that S was given to me by my Grandeggs? Grandeggyma wrapped it in a sweater for me. She made the sweater herself. And Grandeggypa hid cinnamon sticks in one of the pockets. They live in the mountains far away because they are giants.
-Giants? But your parents aren’t giants.
-No, Eggydaddy told me that each generation gets smaller.
-Oh, is that bad?
-I don’t know. I like being small though. How would we play if I was too big? Eggymama tries to feed me too much sometimes so I can get bigger. She says it would be nice if I could at least be the same size as her and Eggydaddy.
I wasn’t sure what to think about this.
-Tulie? Here! Look!
Eggy brought me a large photo of herself wearing the S.
-This is me on my birthday. See, it’s worn like this on your sweater or shirt for special occasions.
-Oh, it is lovely Eggy.
-You can take it if you like. We have more copies of this.
It was getting dark outside so I thought I should head home. I said goodbye and brought home the photo of Eggy and her S to show to my siblings.