I used to think I fell behind, but look at me now. Long trips, lessons learned. I've learned to achieve things alone. Look at me now. My neighbors don't think I belong here. This house is dirty to them, but I don't feel like muddy water here. Nenny, along with my brothers have their own lives, and I have mine. There’s no chipping paint or stains. Bright blue walls, bright lighting, the nice house. The house others tell me I'm not good enough for. Today, in the sunlight I have something that is still small to others but, is a big deal to me. I wish I was able to reach out with open hands and be given more, however, that would cause me to be ridiculed again. I see my neighbors gaze at me through my window, as if they think I don't know how
