I could feel the cold creeping into my bones but instead of getting up and finally going back inside I remained motionless on the grass beneath the stars. I felt tiny and lonely and worthless. How could I ever make a difference in the world?
The cold air stung on my wet cheeks. I was hoping someone would come and talk to me, maybe try to convince me to get back inside so that I didn't get sick, but no one came and I kept lying on the floor, wondering about my purpose in life. I should have expected this by now, knowing fully well that the people in the house were too busy with their own lifes to care much about my problems. And still I kept on hoping.
I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up the picture of my most precious memory. Actually, it wasn't even my own memory. It was the first one I ever had and it was a gift from a stranger I'd probably never meet. A little smile hushed over my face. It was a memory full of pain and hope and love for life itself. It must've had a lot of meaning for the person who gave it to me.
I knew that I did not have a lot of luck with the people I had met in my life so far, but this small memory, these few seconds that I kept repeating in my head showed me, that there were good people on this planet. It gave me hope that one day, when I was able to leave this place, I might be able to find these humans who would care for me and love me and maybe hand me the glue to piece myself back together.
"Thank you stranger," I whispered to myself as I finally got up. Thank you for giving me hope.
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Memories
RandomAt one point in your life you may remove one memory of your choosing and it will never come back. However, this memory will be planted in the mind of a newborn child and, no matter how hard they try, they will never be able to forget it for as long...