Listen to me. This may not be important to you.
But it is to me.
I want you to understand so you will accept.
That I love slot machines. I cuddle them.
They are beautiful. They comfort me.
Do you understand?
I learned to love from my mother.
She loves me and no one can stop her.
My mother’s hair is brown and short.
The hospital in Rumania is gray.
She loves me and does not give me back.
She loves me and I have problems.
I am not drunk or stupid.
I am angry. I am autistic. I cannot chew.
I learned to love from my mother.
I love slot machines.
I bought a slot machine on E-bay.
Her name is Slots. My special friend.
Slot machines have the same pictures
but in different order.
They are different but always the same.
Like my mother.