abstract | - I know I do not write in you often anymore. I'm sorry I haven't been writing in you often. I know when I first got you I wrote in you everyday. You were my best friend, Mommy. But I don't like it when you're mean. When you hurt me, I get scared. I know you want to help me, Mommy. My parents don't like you. They whisper things that scare me too. They say it's bad to write in you. They say you're not real. They say bad things about you, Mommy. I wish you would tell them like you told me. They would understand then. You're smart, Mommy. Emma... It's bad to not believe in your mommy. Your parents are being bad. I know. I told them it's bad. I told them what would happen. I told them what you do. But then they tried to take you away from me, Mommy. I don't know. Don't be mad. Please, I'm sorry. I told them not to do it. They don't listen. They always are talking about moving now. I don't want go away. I told them so. No, Mommy. Stop it. Mommy You hurt me again. I have to go.
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