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Whenever he did something that she didn’t like, she would tell him, “Girls don’t like that,” and it reminded him of being lonely and sad, and how his mother had said he was worthless. He liked talking with her and playing with her very much, and he didn’t want to stop, but he was afraid whenever she told him what girls didn’t like that she didn’t want to play with him any more. He didn’t want to feel sad, either, and wondered why no matter how nice life was that those feelings would always come back. He didn’t like those feelings and had tried to run away from them only to find that no matter where he went, no matter what he saw or who he met, they were still inside him. There were even times when he had difficulty sleeping, because he worried that he wasn’t good or good enough, and didn’t deserve to be loved. 

One morning he woke up and the wind had come in cold from the North. He decided to go and have a talk with the wind, and so he put on a jacket and went outside. “Wind,” he said, “I’ve been letting you push me around for years, and whenever you take me somewhere, I always find something I like, but I think you’ve broken a promise, and we need to talk about it.” The wind swirled around him and smiled.