Here’s the story

of five kids.

Two girls

and one boy.

And the only one

who will speak the truth.



We’ll start with the newest.

A tall Christian girl.

She wears glasses, likes books,

and likes to draw.

She seems happy enough,

no matter how quiet she seems.



But she’s never happy,

never been alright.

Too much pressure.

Too many people.

She tries to make others happy

for the price of her own.



She felt forgotten by her family.

Forgotten by her friends.

Forgotten by her classmates.

Forgotten by the world.

I wish I could guarantee

that she’s not.



She knows I’m always there.

Always active.

Always awake.

And I'm glad that she does.

But then she breaks

like a clay piggy bank.



I’ve only known her a year

but I’d trust her with my life.

She’s like a mom to me.

Kind.

Doting.

But in a good way.



I call her Mum

and her girlfriend Papa.

I love them.

They love me.

At least...

I hope they do.



I will protect this girl with everything I have.

I will better myself for her.

I will help her through this.

I will listen to her problems.

I will prove I love her.

I will not let anyone else fall because of me.