Mommy is leaving me again at this awful place. I hate it. I know she thinks that is better for me, that she was advised to to do, that I will grow stronger, that I will be surrounded by girls my age, that I will be better nourished, but everything is a lie.
I can not stand the food, so I don't eat it. I miss Mommy so much. Why can't I stay at home with the new baby? Why is the new baby more important than me? They don't even let me keep my letters, so I can feel closer to them. The only thing that makde me happy is that I made a friend but all of a sudden she was taken away to other place.
Deep down, I know that I can't burden Mommy with all my silly feelings. I have to be strong for her and her baby. I will not complain. I only wish Mommy could understand that the only thing I need, the only thing I desire is a family, a house, love, hugs and attention. I hope Mommy comes soon to pick me up, as it is the only thing I crave for.
Momma left me. I don’t know where I am. Momma said it would help me. I really hope it does. I have been here for a few days. I don’t like it. Momma also said that this place will help me become like other girls. The other girls are mean. I don’t want to become like them. The food isn’t good either. Everything is running, it doesn’t taste good. Except for the chicken, the chicken is good. Momma made yummy food. I didn’t eat the food. It made me want to throw up. Sometimes. I got to write letters to momma. I wanted my star. I don’t get to keep the letters though. I don’t get to keep anything. I miss momma. She is too busy with the new baby though. She only comes to see me twice a month, never brings the baby though. I think she forgot about me from time to time. I want to meet the new baby. I think the new baby is more important than me. That is probably why momma sent me to this awful place in the first place. My only happy time was the new friend I met. Although she did leave me. She went somewhere else, I guess will leave to be on my own eventually. Why can I not be loved? I want to be happy. I don’t know how to be happy, I wish someone would tell me. I don’t tell any of this to momma though. She needs to think that I am okay so she can take care of the new baby. I can’t complain because the new baby is more important. I hope momma knows I only need hugs and kisses. I can’t have more, because then I will be shellfish. The new baby needs more than hugs and kisses alone. So she can have everything else I just want hugs and kisses. Momma came to get one day. I think she finally remembered about me.
