Betsy had waited after school for her aunt to come retrieve her, she had watched all the other children leave with their parents and guardians. She sat at the sidewalk watching the cars pass by and no sign of her Aunt Clarabelle was near by, but as an hour had went by the teachers all grew concern for her.

Her home room teacher had walked up to her and asked. "Dear, do you need a ride home?"

Betsy shook her head. "No ma'am, my aunt is coming for me."

"Would you like me to call her?" The Teacher asked.

"No ma'am," She replied. " I know she's coming."

The Teacher called Clarabelle's number privately and waited for nearly a minute for an answer, much to her dismay there was no answer.

But two more hours went by and there was no sign of Clarabelle, by now it was getting dark and Betsy was becoming worried. Betsy decided to walk home, she was scared of walking alone at night. Forty minutes passed and she made it home, Betsy unlocked the door to discover no one was home. Betsy walked into the kitchen hoping at least something was cooked for her, but alas she found a note that said "There's some left over macaroni and cheese, heat it up if you get hungry."

Betsy opened the fridge to discover only a piece of expired vegetable pot pie and a tiny container of old and molded macaroni and cheese was there. Betsy slammed the fridge door, this was the seventh time in a row Betsy had to fend for herself. She was fed up with it and stormed upstairs to her room, ever since her aunt started working on that show Betsy was always left to feed and take after herself; she was only five, and knew that it wasn't right to be neglected.

An hour had passed, Betsy was dragging her backpack of clothes down the stairs and looked up at the the picture of her and Clarabelle. She took the picture, and placed it in her pocket as she walked outside. Tears weld up in her eyes as she left the house and walked further passed the neighborhood, suddenly a pick-up truck pulled over. Betsy stood in fear as the window rolled down.

Horace appeared from the truck. "Betsy? What are ya doing out here your Aunt must be worried?"

Tears weld up in her eyes and she said in a small tone. "No she doesn't."

"Where is she?" He was concerned.

Betsy broke down crying. "She leaves me all alone all the time and I hate it!"

Horace held her tightly trying his best to comfort the tiny calf, Betsy continued to helplessly cry as he held her. Horace knew the pain of being left alone, he couldn't bear the fact that she was only a five year old girl. She didn't deserve to be left alone, not like this. Horace carried her backpack into his truck promising he would let her stay in his home.

But first they stopped at a cafe to get something to eat, over there Betsy was so quiet which was not normal for being a hyper active child. The manager saw her and gave her a free milkshake to cheer her up. But despite all the kindness she was given, she missed her aunt the most, and no amount of sweets or cheering up could help.

Later as they arrived to Horace's home, Horace showed her to one of the guest rooms the closest one to his room since he wanted to keep an eye on her.

"I promise you," He said softly. "She'll come looking for you and everything will be alright." He tucked her in and kissed her goodnight turning the lights off for the night as he left the room.

Betsy couldn't sleep she was wide awake depressed of her ordeal, so she went to her jacket and pulled out the picture. She held it close to her as she softly cried herself to sleep.

"Aunt Clarabelle, have you forgot I exist...?"