I am alone. I had been the youngest of four. Mother got divorced before I was two. In an instant my sisters and brother are gone. My best friends and my rivals are all gone. Her husband stole them away. He doesn’t want me. I live in a strange neighborhood, in a different house.
Mother works nights. I dress by my self now. No one tells me to be quiet. There is no need to. There is nothing to do here. On the refrigerator I find instructions for breakfast, a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. I eat. I walk down the street to the baby sitter’s. Her girls are nice. I miss my brother.
When she wakes, Mother comes for me. She’s been crying. We go back. I am still alone. I learn that family and friends will never be there when I need them. I am always alone.