Wanting to be picked up

I was in a crib that was in a place we lived when I was very tiny. I think I wanted to stand up, but I hadn't gotten the drift yet of how to do that, so I was sitting in the crib.

My mother was in the room, and I wanted to be picked up. I put out my arms to let her know what I wanted. I remember she looked right at me, straight in the eye, then turned and left the room. When she was gone, I went into such a deep despair. I knew there was nothing for me.

Posted By: Tess S.
freelance humanoid, L.A.