Last year I worked as a counselor at a day camp with three and four year olds. I would watch them everyday and slowly grew very attached to the kids, especially the youngest girl in the group, Simone. She was two and a half at that time. I was her favorite counselor and she would always be attached to me. When she went swimming, she would cry if I would not go in the pool with her. I really loved her as if she was my sister and I would tell everyone about her. I would always take care of her and even had her momâÂÂs number to text her during trips to let her know that Simone was okay. I cried last year on the last day of camp because I didnâÂÂt want to leave her. Her mom told me she would call me to come babysit but she never did. I was really excited to come back to camp and see her again this year. I was looking forward to it all year and was hoping she didnâÂÂt get big or forget me. I came to camp two Fridays ago and she wasnâÂÂt in camp, but two of my other older kids were in camp and they remembered me. They gave me a lot of hugs and kisses. Then I came back again last Friday and Simone was there. I saw her and she changed a little. She got bigger looking. I came up to her and she started playing with my hand and bracelet. She looked very upset. I asked her if she remembered me, and she said no. I was heartbroken. That day was the worst day ever.