my name's lola, and i'm four years old. my favorite color is pink. i have ten fingers and ten toes. my favorite animal is the giraffe cause it has a long neck. my papi reads to me and so does my nana. my mami can't read. my best friend is my stuffed bear. her name is sofia. i have a blankie and i have two shirts. i have one pair of pants and a dress and sparkly light-up shoes my tio bought me when i was three.
two days ago, we left mexico. one day ago, they found us. one hour ago, they told my mami they were going to give me a bath. it doesn't make sense. it's been a while and they haven't given me a bath. i don't have sofia or my blankie. i didn't want to go. they made me.
they put me in a metal box with wires like on the edge of tio's farm. he said it was so the cows don't escape. why would we escape?
then they put the box on a truck. we rode on the truck for a little while. it smelled bad and another boy was crying. why would he cry? we're going to have a bath. i guess he really doesn't like baths.
this is it for today because i'm not in the current emotional state to continue writing such emotional and triggering content.