mommy has spent the last week constantly talking on phone to someone, fighting with Mr Landlord, crying and writing papersthe bitch has even forgotten my chocky milk when serving tendies once. Tried to shit on the dining table as a revenge, but couldn't stand up to reach its surfaceto say shortly, we're moving outaunt and her husband are ready to provide an accomodation, but they're surprised she has to care for a baby boy"have you had another child?" They asked heruhhhmmm no, Anon is the baby boyhear a sad but understanding sigh from the phoneall my toys and legos are packed alreadysadly look at my empty playpen as I roll my 600 lbs body towards the diesel-engine steel-reinforced stroller with wheels from an offroad carwe go to the train station since all flight corporations have refused to transport mefeelsgoodtobespecial.flacwaiting for the train takes agesI've picked anything I could from my nose alreadyas I beg mommy to release my belt and let roll free a kind old woman approaches
mommy tells her about my condition with a small tear in her eye
tells mommy she pities me, and that "God loves our handicapped children"
finally somebody understands mehave a wonderfulconversation for 30 mins as the train arrivesshe's my best and only friend from now, I can't hold my happiness and soil diapy a bitcry when we have to leave