It houses all of my things.
Pink sparkly clothes and my accessories too!
Life here is good with my friends and I.
We all join together at sunrise and wait in anticipation.
Giddy as another day awaits.
The skipping hops of a girl and her playful giggles come near.
It is time to play!
She orchestrates what we do.
What we say.
Even how we move!
It's in all fun though, because playing with Susie is the best!
Days go by,
And it never gets old.
My friends and I never tire.
Each day we wait for her to open our pink house to play.
On a dark rainy day,
Susie stayed in bed all day.
Time passed.
She never stirred.
Her parents walk to her bed.
They became frantic and screamed.
Call other big people like them,
To little Susie's bed side.
They take her away,
Days go by.
More screams and shouts.
But still we wait.
One day,
Her door opens.
We jump up excitedly.
Awaiting our beloved Susie.
Instead it is her Mother.
She wears all black,
Her face gaunt and tear stricken.
Does she know where our Susie went?
She lifts our house up.
Takes us away.
Up. Up. Up.
We go.
We are placed next to boxes.
Covered in dust.
A tear drop lands near my feet.
I glance up.
But it is to late.
For her mother has already gone.
A door is slammed shut.
We hear wailing.
It is okay though.
As days go by,
And the dust covers us thick.
We still wait for Susie and our next play date.
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