I’m getting a little suspicious. There are suitcases all over the floor, and they are ironing (something they hardly ever do) and Diane is making extra rice and hamburger (smells delicious!).
It’s a little depressing. On the one hand, I get to meet new friends and play when they are gone. On the other hand, why do they leave me? Why do they take me away from my house and my bed and my toys and my front window that looks out into my street? Why? why? why?
I just want to be with them.
Please pray for me.
Also for Diane. I see she is putting a picture of me into her suitcase.
I wonder what she does all day without me? After all, I am the best part of her day.