Harry likes his pink whale.

I like Harry’s pink whale, too.

Harry mouths his pink whale

for hours like he wants to be

a mother. Confusion is whether

or not I want to have a pink

whale, too, or if I wish my

Mother would have treated

me like a pink whale. I had

a pink whale once. She’s still

cute as a bug but she’s grown

and doesn’t need me any more.