My mom isn't married.

But she loves kids.

She came to the shelter one day.

I smiled at her.

And she picked me!

She said it was because I wasn't like the others.

She said none of them could smile like me.

Because when I'm smiling at you,

I'm telling you I love you.

I'm asking to be your friend.

Mom liked that about me.

The receptionist said she was glad to see me go.

She was surprised.

She said I might not have been picked at all...

I don't look like my mom.

She's tall and pale.

I'm smaller

and my face doesn't look exactly like hers.

I don't know why.