Invasion

My world was always being invaded. I cried at their loud voices, and threw my bowls at the walls, and refused to stay still. They didn’t feed me when I was hungry, and they didn’t put me to bed when I was tired.

Later, they didn’t let me walk to the shop on my own, even though I wanted sweets.

Later, they didn’t let me out after ten. Later, they made me pay rent.

It was always a war, and I just wanted peace. Later, when they were gone, it was peace at last. But I wanted the war back again.

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