You should never know..
That my legs are sore and that I feel a twinge at my calf every other step.
My neck feels every careless bounce of your body as you point things out or wiggle to peek at your brother.
My back, pits and arms are perspiring heavily as the sun’s heat focuses on them.
I can tear bits of my dry lips since I’d rather you have the water.
Those are the silly worries of your loving and loyal camel.
“Oh I see the tiny birds honey….”
