But I am a puppet, not a child. I would not take up much space, and I would not require anything like a child would. And I can be strong, I promise I will not cry!

[He held the cat a little tighter in his arms, still careful, but afraid that it too might leave him. He was afraid. He could not fully articulate why, for he didn’t understand his feelings just yet. It was just fear.

Fear and a wish for more days like this.

But perhaps if he was not a child, he would still be sent away for not being human.]

I… I am not sure where I would belong, but I do not want to return to slumbering again…