I often enjoy the posts on this blog.
This one is very sad, but worth reading:
… Every time I walked by, the little girl was happily playing with her doll, like she had been entertaining herself for years. She didn’t cry at all, and no one heard a peep from her that night. It bothered me that she wasn’t sad and didn’t seem to notice that she was all alone and should be scared. Her neighbor, on the other hand, screamed bloody murder when I walked into the room, and tried to bite me as I dragged him out from under his dad’s chair. …
