Resurrections Don't Change Death

I kid you not, Wendy's a laptop so tiny that a t-shirt for 10-12 month olds is too big for her (immature pun fully intended). The first time you hold her in your arms you can't help but feel a protective surge of emotion and forgive her all her flaws - not that she ever had any, for she'd go on for five and a half hours without the charger on, never whimpering or whirring.

So you see, when she expired on me without warning, without so much as a flicker to prepare me for the bereavement, I was left to wonder... was it my fault? Did I do something wrong? Sit on a button maybe? Surely she wouldn't JUST leave me, who does that?

Tremendous soul searching and lip trembling later, I realized - it wasn't my fault the bitch decided to abscond on me. She just got up one morning deciding to fall sleep in the evening and never wake up again. Well, never being till I replaced her battery. Which I fully did, because apparently I'm responsible enough to follow through on the relationships I invest in.

Anyway, she's alive now, but she's no longer my baby. I'm not proud of the woman she's grown up to be either. It's kinda ironic that I'm using her keyboard to type this out, but there you go. I think of it as a 'keyboard,' not as a part of the beautiful baby girl I fell in love with the first time I saw her. Love's overrated and, realistically speaking, tends to come with an expiry date.

PS: This post, while heartwarming and so on and suchforth, is, in reality, a warning. You know I'm glaring at you mister. FEEL the pressure. I'll give you till Monday. Your obituary's up here next.