My parents don't love me

Previously

…She decorated the jar with glitter that sparkled like stars and a fluffy blue pom-pom on the lid. She filled the jar with her notes, each one a whispered wish, a hidden hope. Barnaby watched, his button eyes wide, as Bell carefully screwed the lid back on. The jar felt warm in her hands, filled not just with paper, but with love. She looked at Mom, still engrossed in her phone. She looked at Dad, his face illuminated by the blue screen. The quiet felt a little less heavy now. It was still there, but Bell had something new to hold onto. She had her memory jar. And with Barnaby by her side, she felt a flicker of bravery bloom in her chest. She was ready to share her treasures.