Janella hugged her tightly. “I’ll always need you, Janjan. But maybe now… I can be brave for others too.”
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. bunnyjanjan janella ooi
One day, the school announced a city-wide art fair. The theme was “Imaginary Friends.” Most kids brought stuffed toys or described dragons. But Janella, nervous and trembling, stepped onto the stage with only her tablet. Janella hugged her tightly
The judges frowned. “But we don’t see anything.” She would hide in Janella’s hoodie pocket during
“You don’t need me to be brave anymore, do you?” she asked.
That night, Bunnyjanjan sat on Janella’s pillow, her galaxy-eyes soft.