When I was 12 I had a kitten, I think it was probably the first thing I ever loved. One day it either ran away or my mom gave it away (who knows, I don't really trust anyone not even my parents honestly) and I cried for like 2 weeks straight. It was so bad that my mom took me to the emergency room and a doctor evaluated me and thought that I would hurt myself because I was in so much grief. And that's how I got my first stay in a children's mental hospital for 3 days.
so I guess its safe to say I was attached.
so I guess its safe to say I was attached.