Pair of Hands

Come here they said, we'll keep you happy, A pair of hands came to touch me, With a promise of happiness, To pick something else had left, I wonder how switching families, Would make me happy, But their eyes gleamed a different light, Shining in support of what they said, But what about my bed, my toys, my games, Would they want me to leave this place? I hace a house already, A family of 100, The bed I need, and two meals a day, Then what about you should fascinate me, Why would I leave 100 pe to get two, How and why would you pick and choose, Out of so many of them, Why should I come with you, I am a kid not a commodity, Let me go, Just then a pair of hands, Pulled me into a hug, A touch, a tear, I haven't felt this way before, She smiled at me and said words I didn't get, Looked at me the way I looked at my favourite toy, And in the blink of an eye, I had decided for life, That maybe she was taking me like a toy, But atleast I was her favourite one.