My Princess Bear

            For as long as I could remember I had my pink princess bear. I don’t remember who gave me my bear but my mom told me that one of my aunts gave it to me when I was just baby. She had a light pink fur that would get dirty easily and a tiny pink crown on the top of her head that showed her royalty. On her belly showed royal blue embroidery that read PRINCESS. My grandma would tell me that I was a princess just like her.  I would take her outside me with so that she could see the top of the trees and the creatures that journeyed the forest. Princess, my best friend, and I ruled the forest.

            I would always take my princess whenever I went outside to go on my adventures of fighting against the enemies who tried to take over the forest and make the wild creatures their slaves. My older cousins would make fun of me for carrying her everywhere. One day I was outside in the front yard when my three abusive cousins came up to me and started bullying me. They told me I acted like a big baby for hauling my princess around with me. I shrieked at them to leave alone and as I stomped away they snatched my bear. They threw her up in the air and I tried to grab her back and they just laughed at me. When I finally got a hold of her one of my cousins grabbed her head. I tried to jerk her away but my cousin wouldn’t let go. Then in one split second my princess’s head started to rip away from her body. I began to sob while my cousin kept pulling her head off. After my cousin finished tearing my princess and he threw it on the ground. I seized her and I sprinted to the house and told my grandma. She assured me that she could fix her but I continued to wail. A couple of days later my grandma gave me my princess back. She no longer appeared the same with her stitched head but I still loved her the same way. My princess bear would always beloved by me even if she was broken and different.

            Years later I still had my princess and I still loved her the way I always did. When my family moved my mother told me I had to put her into storage because we couldn’t carry as much stuff with us. She pledged that I would get her back as soon as we settled down. I never saw her after the day I put her in storage. My mom couldn’t pay to keep the storage space so everything was taken out. I still love her even if she somewhere in a dump but I had to let her go at some point. Thinking about her brings me happy memories that can never be erased.