Guys, meet…umm..he doesn’t have a name.
I refer to him as “strawberry bear” at times.
I got him some 6 to 7 years back and since then I have kept him close.
He is quite Popular among kids, I have to rescue and hide him whenever they are around… just like Red Dog I mentioned months ago in a post. Some of my friends say I am too old to keep a stuffed toy this bright…and I tell them if it’s hurting their eyes they shouldn’t look at it.
I took him out of one of the packed boxes today and we looked at each other..
Me: How can something this small (a little bigger than my hand) have power to dilute my anxiety.
I look at him and feel better.
He untangles my nerves and calms me down.
I am grateful to have him in my life.
Stawberry bear: My hooooman bad!
Packed me in a box with all the crap she has.
I was lying in there for 3 loooooooong days my face all smashed and squished to her journal!!! I don’t even like to read.…
what kinda hooooman does that?
Stupid hooooman….i want out or I press charges!!
Me: hmm… I wonder how is he going to react the day I will tell him I can read his mind…thank God he cannot talk..
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