My friend, Sherla, was hard to see br for Mom and Dad, not me. br My imaginary friend was all I had. br I’m an only child, you see. br br Most times Sherla was really good. br We did puzzles, read, and played. br We made our beds and cleaned our room br ALMOST every single day. br br But sometimes Sherla spilled my milk, br sometimes she wrote on walls, br sometimes she told me not to come br when Mom and Daddy called. br br I had to have a talk with her br about being a naughty kid, br cause I’m the one who got time out br for all the things she did. br br It’s different now, I go to school br and I have friends everywhere. br Sherla doesn’t come here now br and I thought I she didn’t care. br br Mom told me Sherla’s ‘special’ br cause only I could see, br but now she lives with someone else br who needs her more than me.br br C.J.