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Nobody sees me. Nobody cares about me. Nobody thinks about me. Since he has forgotten me, I no longer exist. It’s so hard, watching the world by his side, knowing that he doesn’t see me anymore. Sometimes I think I see it in his eyes. Sometimes I think I see myself flashing through his mind, but it might as well just be my imagination. It’s a lonely life, I can tell you. I know everything about him. He used to tell me everything. I know exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at the back of his head. In his eyes I see the truth.
“Come on, Franklin! Let’s go outside and play!’
I saw his mother rolling her eyes when Thomas called out for me. I ran after him. “Sure, what do you want to do?” I asked him. Thomas grinned. “I want to play hide-and-go-seek!” he screamed enthusiastically. I laughed. “Alright then, I’ll go hide!” I said and started walking away. Thomas turned around and started counting from 10. While I was running through the street, I saw Thomas’ mom looking at him through the kitchen window. She seemed to look concerned and annoyed at the same time. I knew what was bothering her. It was me. She wanted me gone. I gave her my most evil grin, knowing that she couldn’t see me. She frowned in my direction, it almost seemed as if she sensed me being there. I quickly hid myself behind a few bushes. Just in time.
“1 - COMING!” yelled Thomas. I heard from the sound of his footsteps that he was trying to walk like the pink panther. I loved the way he was jumpy and active. He had some other friends, but they weren’t quite as merry-go-lucky as he was. His other friends didn’t see me, just like his mom. That was soothing for him, knowing that he had something that was his own. For me, it was just my life. Thomas had fantasized me, so I existed. I knew he was the only reason for my life – so I knew that I could never leave him.
On his 8th birthday, my life changed forever. After blowing out the candles on the cake (I was even allowed to help him!), his parents called him: “Thomas, could you come over here? Mommy and daddy have to talk to you,” his mother said in a calm voice. The voice was too calm, something was wrong. Thomas sensed it too. I saw it by the way he carefully walked towards his parents and took place on the couch. His mother put on her strict, serious face. His father didn’t have to – his face was always strict and serious.
“Thomas, honey, we have to talk to you about Franklin,” his mother said. I froze.
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