I remember when I was about 6 years old.
I was at the Eliza’s Zoo in Cincinnati, Ohio.
It was a beautiful day and my dad and I had just picked up our first baby, Eliza, who was a little more than 3 months old.
We had just moved in with our grandparents, and the zoo was open.
My dad was so excited.
I remember thinking, Wow, this is great!
Eliza is such a cute little baby, she’s a little bit like a panda.
She was a mix of white and brown, but was all black.
She’d been orphaned before, so I was really excited to see her again.
And then she started crying.
I said, Eliz, I’m sorry.
It’s just so cute.
She said, No, no, I know I’m crying.
But I know what’s going on.
I’m not going to let you cry.
And I remember I was very, very worried.
It wasn’t the first time she’d cried, and it wasn’t going to be the last time either.
I didn’t want her to worry, so when I got her home and told her she was fine, she hugged me and said, Thank you.
It turned out that she was crying because she was afraid of people coming over to the zoo and seeing her crying, so she was just so relieved that I wasn’t there when she was hurting.
That’s when she began crying again, and I was like, Oh, my God, that’s so sad.
And it was, like, so hard for me to understand what was happening.
The baby was still in her crate, so we didn’t know what she was going to do.
And she would cry and cry and then come out and look at me and I would say, I just want to be here.
And so I would sit there and watch her, and then I would go, What are you crying about?
And she’d cry, and that was it.
It took me a while to realize what was going on, and eventually I said to her, Why are you in pain?
And her eyes just kind of popped out of her head and she said, Oh!
She was crying, and her face was really red and she was scared and I knew it.
So I sat down and just sat there and cried.
I couldn’t do anything, but I kept watching her.
And eventually I just had to sit there with her.
But it wasn.t long before the zoo opened and the babies started coming in.
We got them all together, and we had them all come out, and Eliza was still crying.
She just had this big grin on her face and she would go into her crate and she’d look up and she just start crying.
And the next thing I know, she was curled up in her bed crying and I thought, Oh my God.
She’s crying because her parents are coming over and seeing this baby crying.
So that’s when I knew that Eliza wasn’t crying because of her parents.
And this baby wasn’t her mother.
It had just come into the world.
And that was, it just wasn’t fair.
She had a lot of trouble with her parents at first.
She couldn’t walk because her toes weren’t strong enough to walk on.
She also had a difficult time talking.
She didn’t understand her own voice, and she wouldn’t understand people.
But she would just talk.
She would cry, she would say to me, What do you want to do with me?
and I just would just say, Let me do it.
And one day, Elia was just crying and the baby was crying.
It just kept going on and on and I said no, don’t do it, I want you to do it yourself.
She cried and she didn’t cry anymore.
She wasn’t hurting anymore, and soon she was getting used to being a baby.
She started doing her own thing.
So the next day I just got her into her new crate.
I had her in her crib, and my mother took her out to her favorite spot.
And just by looking at her, I realized she was really cute.
I saw her playing in the grass, she had some cute shoes on.
And when she got to her new room, I said that’s OK.
She could come out in her own room.
She knew that she wasn’t a baby anymore.
And soon, we started having babies again, too.
And by then, I knew what was really happening.
I knew, It’s not fair that I have to take care of the babies and the mothers.
And to be honest, I hated being a parent because I knew I didn’st love them, and they didn’t love me, and so I just couldn’t stand it.
But my mom finally took me in,