When I had come to this House, I was not alone. I came with my very close buddy and in comparison to him, I am very small in size. We are each other’s life. It would not be wrong to say that I am nothing without him.

In this house, there is one boy, one girl, and their parents. On our welcome day in the house, the parents took very good care of me and my buddy by comforting and providing us nice places to rest. I was very happy that I and my friend lived very close to each other in our places in this house.

My struggle in the house started when the kids started hanging out with me. The brother and sister always fought with each other to take me towards them. Actually, I was not their main interest, I was just a medium for them to enjoy with my friend. They were very fond of my friend because he had the ability to show people different views and other stuff but he always needed my permission to switch from showing one thing to another, that’s why they had to have me to enjoy with my buddy.

My buddy can’t wake up by himself, I wake him up when any family member signals me by touching my body for doing the same. When the kids have me, I get a lot of pain but when I am in the hands of the parents it feels a lot better. Sometimes they forget me on the sofa and then they suddenly get remembered to take me to my place near my buddy.