My Name is Hope


My name is Hope. I'm only a few months old but everyone keeps telling me I'm already famous. All of the nice visitors cry when they look at me - they keep telling me to hold on and be strong. I am so weak. Sometimes it's hard for me to keep my eyes open: they say it's because I hadn't eaten in a very long time. My tummy hurt so much that I ate paint chips to stop the ache in my belly. I'm very itchy and my skin is falling off, I guess I have mange and sores. My face is swollen because I have an abscess so I whimper because it hurts. Everyone tells me that I'm adorable, even though sad faces surround me, they worry I won't make it. I just want everyone to know that I'm going to fight so that I can grow up to be a strong girl. I will survive; my name is Hope after all.

Written by hart at 00:00



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