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She was a little girl, a little no one. A little bit of nothing wrapped up in sorrow, and confusion. Her life made no sense, not to anyone. A troublesome burden to her mother, something that didn’t exist to her father. Not a sole saw her. She had a little room, and in the room a little corner. A wicker chair sat there, and she sat on it dreaming of something better. She didn’t dream much, she didn’t know much. So there were her days, so many days in her little wicker chair. She had a friend, one without a voice. He was a teddy, one she always held close. She was a tiny little girl, not very tall, no meat at all. Her small gaunt face always wore a smile. With eyes wide open she watched the world pass her by. As she grew older she found a voice, one to ask why, one to protest. Though she had no one to hear. Her feeble, weak voice echoed by four plain walls, as she talked from her wicker chair to nothing but air. So went her little life, full of nothing but an echo and a sewed on smile. Tears were natural, something she knew, a comfort. Little tears and little smiles. She was never truly sad. She never knew she should be. Her little dress loosening, she sat in her wicker chair. There she sat, the only place she knew holding her teddy bear, in the little corner, of her little room. Her life ended there, in that wicker chair with eyes wide open and a smile on her little face. When they found her no one knew. All they saw was a little girl, a little no one wrapped up in sorrow.

-Katie Kelly