A short story about the sad child

Once upon a time, there was a child. An abused child. An invisible child. A sad child. It wanted to be seen, to be heard. But there were no eyes to see, nor ears to hear. But suddenly, a voice said: “Hush, child.” “Oh, you can hear me,” the child said cheerily. “Hush, child,” the voice said again, “you speak as a sad child.” “But I AM a sad child.” “Hush,” the voice said again. So the sad child hushed. It learned sad children are not be seen, nor heard. So, the sad child didn’t want to be heard anymore. And never more.

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