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What is...

A little boy sat on his bed, toying with a small frog doll. His fingers petted the green fur, questions filling his little head. Tears fell down his whiskered cheeks as his fingers brushed past a bruise on one of his legs. It still stung.

"Froggie...", he began, whispering though there was noone around to hear him, "what is a family like?"

"What is a hug? Is it like being wrapped in a blanket? Being warm and fuzzy all over?"

"What is a mother? A father? Are they nice? What do they do?"

"What is a goodnight kiss? What is it like to be tucked to bed?"

"Why do other people have such big families? Brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles... What is it like having other people live with you?"

"What is a friend? Is that a person you play with?"

"What is love? How come I don't have it?"

"Why can't I have any of this? How come I don't have it? Shouldn't I?"

"Why is there noone to greet me when I come home, to make me dinner? Why does noone talk to me?"

"Why do people pretend I'm not there? Or look at me so meanly?"

"What did I do?"

"Other kids have toys and presents and get big cakes on a special day of a year. They call it a birthday. Why does noone give me any of that stuff on my birthday?"

"Why do people bang on my door late at night? Why do people throw stuff at my house? Why do people yell at me if I look out the window?"

"Why do people cry on my birthday? Why do I have to stay inside so they can't get me? It's my birthday, shouldn't I be allowed to walk outside on my special day?"

"Why do people hurt me? Why do they hate me?"

Tiny fingers picked at green frog plushie, asking the doll questions that the thing couldn't answer to, just gaze at the little boy. Fingers still picking at the eyes, the blonde fixed his attention to the events outside the window, watching all the happy families.

"How come I'm alone? Why doesn't anyone care for me? Why can't I be happy too?..."

Still no answers were given to him. And so the tears flowed harder.