Every night of that summer, as the rest of us went to sleep, he would stay up making origami animals. In the morning, bleary eyed, I’d find them. A bear sitting on the kitchen table. A praying mantis nestled in one of the potted plants. Some designs only needed a single sheet of paper, but others required two. They had to fold together otherwise the whole thing didn’t work.
My favourite was a little frog, who would jump if you pressed down on its body. I would press down on it, and it would jump and I would follow it. I would have followed it anywhere and together we jumped around the cabin. The heat was stifling.
One afternoon I couldn’t find the frog. I searched up and down the house. I asked the bear and the praying mantis but they hadn’t seen it either. Turns out someone had made it into a shopping list.