When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend named Hippa Zakka. She lived in the wall under the dining room window.
I used to plan imaginary feasts with her as my guest. I’d set the table for the two of us and prepare our pretend meal. Hippa and I would set out on grand adventures in our Winnebago. We’d read together. She shared all of my toys.
Hippa Zakka was always ready to play with me. She was up for anything. I played with her for many years, even after I’d started school and had real friends.
Hippa never let me down. She never ignored me, never broke a promise. She was always fun, never mean. She was just right.
Hippa Zakka taught me a thing or two about how to be a good friend.