Opening my eyes quickly, I sat up in bed, soon sighing deeply in relief as I realised it all was a dream. “That never happened,” I mumbled to myself, not wanting to seem babyish if I went to one of my friends living with me. Well, I wouldn’t say they were my friends. They do live with me though. No, we’re not siblings, we all live in a care home. It’s awful, living here. The staff we have, they do try their best to make us all happy, and I do appreciate that but I just don’t understand the answer to the question I ask the same person, every single day. “Why can’t I be happy?” I often asked the person who was nicest to me under this roof, who actually paid attention to me, and he would shrug and shake his head...

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