[Melo](P54TVXWJ), a quiet 10-year-old boy with curly brown hair and dimples, often felt invisible. At school, kids teased him for being shy, and at home, things weren't much better. Life felt heavy, like a gray cloud that followed him everywhere.

Every night, [Melo](P54TVXWJ) stared out his bedroom window. The stars sparkled far away, but his heart felt heavy and alone. He would whisper to himself, 'Does anyone care?'

One day, feeling entirely lost, [Melo](P54TVXWJ) went to his favorite place, a little park with a big oak tree. He sat under its shade, tears quietly running down his cheeks. 'Why am I even here?' he whispered.

Suddenly, a soft breeze rustled through the leaves, and [Melo](P54TVXWJ) heard what felt like a voice in his heart. 'You are loved. You are not alone, [Melo](P54TVXWJ).' He looked around but saw no one.

'Who said that?' [Melo](P54TVXWJ) whispered. He felt a calmness wash over him, something he had never experienced before. The voice returned, kind and warm, 'I am [God](PQR72PYT), and I made you. You are precious to me.'

[God](PQR72PYT)'s voice continued, 'I know you feel unseen, [Melo](P54TVXWJ), but I see you. I take joy in you. You are made in my image, and I will always be with you.' Tears streamed down [Melo](P54TVXWJ)’s face, but this time, they were not tears of sadness.

From that day on, [Melo](P54TVXWJ) spoke to [God](PQR72PYT) in his heart every time he felt alone. Though life at school and home wasn't perfect, he no longer felt like he had to face everything by himself.

Whenever [Melo](P54TVXWJ) felt sad, he would remember [God](PQR72PYT)’s words: 'You are loved. I will always be with you.' They became his strength, his anchor in the stormy seas of life.

On a particularly hard day at school, when others teased him, [Melo](P54TVXWJ) whispered in his heart to [God](PQR72PYT), 'Help me remember I am loved.' He felt the same calmness return, and he chose to smile instead of letting the words hurt him.

[Melo](P54TVXWJ) now walks through life with new strength, knowing he is never alone. And every night, as he looks up at the stars, he whispers, 'Thank you for loving me, [God](PQR72PYT).'