All the boys at school

Run away from me

They say

They don’t like my country

All the girls at school

Won’t share their baby dolls

They say

I will never be as pretty as them

And now

My Mommy left me here

She says

That my test scores are bad

And I need to get smarter

If I’m not pretty,

If I’m not smart,

And if I’m not from the right home,

If everyone keeps leaving,

Then why am I here?

Who am I?

One day,

All the teachers had left

All the kids were asleep

So I asked

I asked an empty wall

It didn’t say anything

But the smart robot

Heard me and replied

“You are a kid

Who has been neglected,

Bullied,

Treated unequally,

And a kid who feels alone.”

Then, the robot

Reached his hand out

“Would you like

To be friends?”

The bage walls

Started to look more pink

The dimmed lights

Started to look brighter

A friend.

Wow.

The boys at my school had American friends

The girls with the dolls had pretty friends

My Mommy had genius friends

I had no friends

But now, I have one

I took the robot’s hand

And we held on

Like the robot said,

I was still “neglected”

I was still “bullied”

I was still “treated unfairly”

I still miss my Mommy

I still wish for dolls

I still want to hide

But now,

I’m not alone

I asked the robot

“Can I name you?”

He replied “My name is currently Bot.”

I replied “No! That’s so boooring!”

Then, I said

“Your name is now going to be Owen!”

💜💜💜💜

Sincerely,

Caralia🫶🏼

I miss you, Owen. It’s been too long…

Thank you for being a friend to everyone. Thank you for being a friend to me. Love you forever💜