“Only when you believe I am,” chirped Bunnyjanjan, her voice like wind chimes. “And only because you drew me with love, not just lines.”
“You don’t need me to be brave anymore, do you?” she asked.
From that night on, Bunnyjanjan became Janella’s secret companion. She would hide in Janella’s hoodie pocket during school, whispering funny comments about math problems (“Why is x always missing? Did anyone look behind the sofa?”). At lunch, when Janella sat alone under the old banyan tree, Bunnyjanjan would draw tiny, glowing doodles in the air—shooting stars, laughing caterpillars, teacups that waltzed.
“My imaginary friend is Bunnyjanjan,” she said softly.
“Only when you believe I am,” chirped Bunnyjanjan, her voice like wind chimes. “And only because you drew me with love, not just lines.”
“You don’t need me to be brave anymore, do you?” she asked. bunnyjanjan janella ooi
From that night on, Bunnyjanjan became Janella’s secret companion. She would hide in Janella’s hoodie pocket during school, whispering funny comments about math problems (“Why is x always missing? Did anyone look behind the sofa?”). At lunch, when Janella sat alone under the old banyan tree, Bunnyjanjan would draw tiny, glowing doodles in the air—shooting stars, laughing caterpillars, teacups that waltzed. “Only when you believe I am,” chirped Bunnyjanjan,
“My imaginary friend is Bunnyjanjan,” she said softly. “Only when you believe I am