The hand that feeds you

When you live for food like I do, you are grateful for every little bite you get to take.
When your mother tells you that you can't take what's left on everyone else's plates because she loves and cares for you, you look for someone else to beg.
When the vet scares your parents with not-so-perfect lab results and makes your father stop secretly feeding you forbidden scraps, you resort to desperate measures.
When you realize that the little hand that used to feed you small pieces of food and snacks, is now into playing pretend, you play pretend as well.
So, let's pretend that I am healthy and trim and being fed by this little hand. And to be thankful for that, let's give this little girl a proper name: Coquita. Of all the things our parents have called her, that's the name that suits her best.