Imagining sitting out in my backyard, swinging and enjoying the nice summer day. My caregiver calls for me, yelling how dinner is ready. I jump up and run inside, excitedly coming in and waving to my caregiver. They chuckle and tell me to wash my hands, i oblige, too hungry to disobey. I come back from the bathroom, and realize its my favorite food!!! ‘My caregiver loves me so much!’ I think to myself, sitting down next to them, thanking them, and eating happily.
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