The Sad Story of Gumbi Was Here
by Leah Leslie
“Finally I’m almost home.”
I see the stop. Maybe ten seconds away. I count, “one… two… three… four…five… six… seven… eight…nine…. Ten.” And I’m here.
My didi and I walk home. We start to run. I am at the gate. The gate is blue and has lilies. I open the door. All of the dogs were there.
Wait. Three dogs. One dog was missing.
I knew right away it was Gumbi. I said, “Gumbi! Gumbi!” I waited a while. She didn’t come. She normally comes. So I ran around the house.
I asked the didi, “Where’s Gumbi?” in Nepali.
“I don’t know,” she said. So I got worried.
My mom came home. I said, “Do you know where Gumbi is?”, but she didn’t reply. And she went to the house.
So I said to my dog, ”do you know where she is.”
Well, she wouldn’t answer.
I tried to get my mind off Gumbi, and so I played tug ‘o war. I held the rope and I pulled it. So did my dog, Sanu kali, she was strong. I tell you strong!
One day later my mom said Gumbi died.
I felt like I had no purpose to the world because she was everything for me. I was so shocked, I cried.
And she also said “A leopard took her.”
I felt sad. I mean, really sad. No dog could ever replace her.
For two days everything I saw reminded me of something of her. I was so sad that my thoughts were going faster than ever. I didn’t even know what to say to my mom.
But Gumbi was here.
It is nearly like the book 'Mick Harte Was Here' by Barbara Park...