My name is Hope. I'm only a few months old but everyone keeps
telling me I'm already famous. All of the nice visitors cry when
they look at me - they keep telling me to hold on and be strong. I
am so weak. Sometimes it's hard for me to keep my eyes open:
they say it's because I hadn't eaten in a very long time. My tummy
hurt so much that I ate paint chips to stop the ache in my belly.
I'm very itchy and my skin is falling off, I guess I have mange and
sores. My face is swollen because I have an abscess so I whimper
because it hurts. Everyone tells me that I'm adorable, even though
sad faces surround me, they worry I won't make it. I just want
everyone to know that I'm going to fight so that I can grow up to
be a strong girl. I will survive; my name is Hope after all.