Memory 1: i was outside wit dollie. we seen a big butterfly, big n white n pink spots. i think it was a fairy, maybe. dollie say "no its just a butterfly," but i kno it wasnt. was magic, i kno it.
Memory 2: momma read me storieees, no pictures. she say use imaginate, i didn’t kno how. i wanted pics but momma just stare on floor. she go to her room, she didnt talk no more. it scary.
Memory 3: one day i draw momma n me. i make her sad. she see it, she look ok but also sad. she didnt say nothing, just walk away. she didn’t come back dat day. i think maybe i made her sad. i hope she come back.
Memory 4: me n dollie talk bout shadows in the night. they move, but sometimes no move. dollie say "its trees." but i kno its not. they look at me. i think dey wait. maybe its monster or maybe not.
Memory 5:one time i cut the green paper things for confetti for fun and it was fun and but my momma saw that and she was very sad saying that those wer her life saves or something i dont rember exact words.
Memory 6: i put flower in my hair once. not as nice as momma hair but dollie say "pretty." dollie always nice to me. i hope momma see me with flower, maybe she think i look like her.
Memory 7: dad is scary sometimes. big hands, his voice deep like thunder. i dont like when he yell. i hide under table when he yell. he smile once at park but his eyes didn’t smile. i dont think he happy. i think he sad too.
Memory 8: me n dollie have secret talks. we talk bout dad, i ask dollie if he is good and dollie say "nothing," but i think it someone watchin. sometimes i close eyes n listen real close. i think i hear my name
Memory 9: momma sing me song bout moon n stars. i can’t rember words. but every time i think bout it, i feel warm. like she still here wit me. sometimes i hear that song, real quiet. like she hummin from far away. i wish she was here.
Memory 10: last week, big bird came by window. big as any bird i ever saw. it fly n stop, look at me like it know me. i stare back, it fly away. i tell dad, he say i imagine it. but i kno it real.
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Memory 12: dad dont talk to me much. he just yell n go to room. he scary. i try draw him but he didnt like it. he say i not draw him right.
Memory 13: i talk to dollie sometimes when i lonely. nobody else understand. sometimes i hear whispers, i think they call me. not loud.
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