My Imaginary Friend (Children)

My friend, Sherla, was hard to see for Mom and Dad, not me. My imaginary friend was all I had. I’m an only child, you see. Most times Sherla was really good. We did puzzles, read, and played. We made our beds and cleaned our room ALMOST every single day. But sometimes Sherla spilled my milk, sometimes she wrote on walls, sometimes she told me not to come when Mom and Daddy called. I had to have a talk with her about being a naughty kid, cause I’m the one who got time out for all the things she did. It’s different now, I go to school and I have friends everywhere. Sherla doesn’t come here now and I thought I she didn’t care. Mom told me Sherla’s ‘special’ cause only I could see, but now she lives with someone else who needs her more than me.