With the Gorilla

She was sitting with her back up against the glass, so I quietly went over to snap a photo of her sitting there when she suddenly turned around and looked at me longingly with these big bold eyes. I walked up to her and she knocked on the window. I knocked back, and we began this form of communication that lasted a few seconds and then she settled with her hand up against the window, looking down. She would look up at me periodically with those eyes. I knew that I'd eventually have to walk away and join my husband and son again, but there was a piece of me that wanted to stay. There is a piece of me that will always stay.