A little girl cried for her moma. "moma! why do u hurt me so? am i not enough to please you? oh mama i wish you could smile for me... im sorry moma but i think its best for the both of us if i went goodbye.."
she was sick of the fight, of the crying, and the feeling of worthlessness. The little girl packed her backpack and took everything she could hold. Her stuffed puppy accompanied her as she stuffed her pocket with pennies.
"It's ok Hope... we'll find a home somewhere soon..you'll see. its just you and me now..." That little girl held her friend so tightly and silently sent a prayer to the clouds up above and started walking down the hall to her new freedom.
Her moma lies asleep now, cuddled in all the blankets and sleeping peacefully. The little girl kissed her moma's forehead and whispered words of love. She stood up straight and held her head up as she left a wrinkled note on her moma's bedside table.
Leaving quickly that girl opened the front door carefully and slipped out into the dark, cold night. The girl started walking, smiling at the world unknowing. Her companion looked up at her with dead eyes as the little girl sang for her comfort. " We will find a home one day, one day someone will turn to us and say, you have come home now, so dont feel low, or is home something you dont know?"
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