A childrens story

Follow along and I'll try to tell story (I can't prove its true) -A young girl grows up in a broken home. When she is really young she watches her older siblings start to attend a weekly kids program put on by church groups from all over the country.It looks incredibly fun. When she is finally old enough to attend the program she receives so much attention, she can get a hug or piggyback ride whenever she wants. Its a love she may not be receiving at home, and it feels good. At the end of each week she has to say goodbye to her "Friend" for the week. Then the summer ends and she has to say Goodbye for good. It's hard for her to explain how she feels. She knows the people who were here liked her, but she couldn't understand why they had to leave. After a few summers of the same, she starts to change, the good feelings once felt for new people become harder to achieve, she begins to expect people to leave. She starts to close herself off from these groups, and if she does attend she is destructive and unruly. Sometimes she even gets kicked out of the program. As she grows, she starts to realize that these type of church groups are in her neighborhood all the time. There are people painting houses, people building ramps, people raking yards, people doing lots of things. She wonders if others in her neighborhood feel the same. She wonders why people want to come to her neighborhood so often. She starts to feel like charity. She finds comfort in a group of kids who feel the same about church. They do whatever they want and continue to build up walls to everything church related. She may never doubt the way she originally felt about those groups, but she wishes she knew back then what she does now. She wishes she could go back and every time someone told her she was their friend or she was loved, she would say "Actions speak louder than words". And every time they would tell her about God she would say "What does God think about my dad beating my mom, or what does God think about my brother committing suicide" (and i bet that person would be shellshocked that this beautiful child even knew about those sorts of things, and if I had to guess that is probably only the tip of the iceberg of all the things she had seen) The truth is she felt love from those first groups, all those years ago. She felt affection and comfort and all the other things that lacked from her family life. The problem is she always needs to feel loved. She needs people around her who will always love her and care for her the way those groups did for such a short time. She needs to be told that she is beautiful and that her life is worth something. This story poses so many questions about what I am doing here, and the fact that as I meet people I have to tell them that I already have a plan to be leaving. It's disheartening, it makes me question if I really care about this place. I hope you will all be praying for me.