The Girl In The Box

I don’t know how long it has been since uncle packed me in a box. He said we were going to a better place where I will have food to eat. But I don’t understand why mom was crying, doesn’t she want me to eat good food and have new toys? It is so dark in here, I miss mommy. My stomach growls and knees hurt. Why did uncle have to pack me like I was a toy? Oh we’ve reached, I can hear voices.

Someone opened the box, but that’s not uncle. He pulled me out but I am scared of him. There are so many other boxes here; more girls are climbing out of them. Will they be my friends? But this place is so dusty, this can’t be the pretty house uncle told me about. Why is that man pushing all the girls in a big box?

It is so dark here and I miss mommy. I don’t want new toys anymore. I want to go back home. I am crying now. There is no food here and where are the toys uncle promised me? It is so dark here. Why am I packed in a box?

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