Narrative Paper

When I was younger, it never really mattered that I was different, but now that I'm twelve and have sat in this office on so many different occasions, and watched the different couples look at me, and then be told what was wrong with me, I knew this couple, too, would not stay for long. They would look sadly at me with pity in their eyes as they shuffled past me looking heart broken, and so I would go back to where I had ended up every night for as far back as I can remember. The next day we would repeat this process over again, and still I would end up leaving alone with no one to love me.

Tonight before I get in bed I slink down onto my knees and pray, I pray for someone to come, to love me, and to take me with them and give me a real home, but in my