Every day was great until i was stolen. This horrible lady with black warts and cherry red spots all over her face stole me from my mummy and daddy. She was horrible and mean she grabbed my arms and thro me into a tight chair and squished me into it. It was sore. This chair was inside a broom broom like my toy broom broom and daddys broom broom but sadly it wasnt. Daddys was blue and this one is ellow with black stripes and squigled lines. I wished it was daddys broom broom so bad. W stare moving. I was scared. I didnt know where we were going. We were passing trucks and other broom brooms. We soon came to a stop. When the lady pulled me out of this uncomfortable chair i felt relieved until i reached this maddness. Suddenly i was in a CHILD CARE HOME. I couldnt help but cry. Did my mummy and daddy really send me away??? Did they not like me ??? Did they want a son and not a daughter??? Why did they send me away??? I have so many questions. Why mummy??? Why daddy??? WHY???