Mommy didn’t answer me; she just stood there and cried. There
was a piece of paper on the door. Mommy stuck her key in the door, but it didn’t
work.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?” I didn’t understand.
Some of our neighbors poked their heads into the hall to
see what was going on.
“Hey! That’s mine!” One of them was walking away with my
favorite blanket.
Mommy continued sobbing, and she fell to her knees and
leaned against the wall. A policeman appeared at the top of the stairs and
started walked towards us.
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