I once had a family. Once. Those years were full of love and joy. I have been sad and empty since they left.
The beings with me now are different. Cold, despondent, detached. They use me but they couldn’t care less about me. I’m just a shell.
When others come around, I try to make a good impression. It’s hard, though. I’m getting old and I’ve fallen into disrepair. The cold ones don’t take care of me. They also don’t like to share, scaring away anyone who shows an interest in me.
They’ve ran off four realtors this week alone.
Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll