I don’t feel good I feel bad.
I feel lonely and I am by myself and there is no one else here.
Sometimes it feels sad.
Because I like to talk but there’s no one to talk to.
Because I’m not supposed to talk to people because then it’s embarrassing.
Bur I can talk to Ron but that’s not too often and there’s not much time.
But we will see him tomorrow anyway.
I have a shell I have to give it back though. Ron has a basket of like rocks and like shells and stuff like that.
You can be alone and brave also.
I would like a dog because dogs are good friends.
Your friend Ellen.