Its hard to feel loved and wanted. Now more than ever because of the Covid-19 pandimic.

People laugh.

People mimic.

People lie.

I am not wanted.

I am not loved.

I decide to tell mom and dad that I am going to run away. They tell me to do what I wish and pack what I want.

I start packing toys, books, and clothes. I stop with a sudden thought. If I am not loved or wanted, why do I have such nice books, toys, and clothes? Why do I have a home, food or a cozy warm bed?

I unpack my things. I know that mom, dad, and my family love and want me.

People laugh.

People mimic.

People lie.

I don't mind. I know that:

Somewhere I am loved.

Somewhere I am wanted.

And that's all that matters.

              Remember: 

               You are loved.

                You are wanted.

                           The End!