Vega

My name is Vega.
I was born around people, but not really with them. I saw them from a distance, smelled them, heard their voices, but I never knew what real affection felt like. I knew the wind, the cold, how to find food, how to survive. I knew big cows slow and calm. I met coyotes and wolves smart, careful, always hungry. But I was never afraid of them. There was always something in me stronger than fear.
I’m strong. And I’m smart.
I learned to read the world without words. The way the grass moves, the smell in the air, the kind of silence that suddenly feels too heavy. I know when to move and when to stop. I know how to take care of myself.
And then I ended up here.
It’s warm here. Food just shows up. I don’t have to fight for every day anymore. My body can finally rest… but my soul still remembers.
Freedom isn’t just about running in open fields. It’s something inside you. It’s being able to trust. It’s having someone next to you whose hands don’t hurt you. Someone you can close your eyes around and not expect anything bad.
I’m still learning that.
I still watch, listen, take my time. But somewhere deep inside, I feel it… I don’t want to keep running forever. I don’t want to just survive anymore.
I want to find my person. Warm, calm hands that feel safe. Hands that smell like home.
And stay🥺