Social Contract
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Teddy Bear
Life was never boring for Kristofer was more than enough.
I was in the 3rd grade when I met Cristina. She usually wears a zillion hair clips and a weird pair of glasses. She was quiet and shy. One day I approached her and asked her why.
That was the start of our friendship…
Kristofer, Cristina and I play tea party and share secrets together. “She” became a part of our family.
Our classmates were always fond of teasing Cristina. She always cries because of this. She even hides in our Art closet most of the time. That made me sad for her. I don’t know how to make her feel better. I sat on my chair and I saw Kristofer staring at me. Its like his marble eyes were trying to tell me something. Pity?
“But…”
At the end of the day, I walked with Cristina like we usually do.
“Cristina, you can borrow Kristofer for a while.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I ‘m sure”
I saw her sad eyes turned bright. It made me feel happy. I felt that I did something really nice. She hugged him tight as we walk.
Two weeks passed….. 4weeks…. 2 months….
She didn’t return him.
I don’t know why I can’t ask her about Kristofer.
“Maybe, she still needs him.”
School year was almost over but still she didn’t return Kristofer. This time I confronted her.
“Can you please return him?”
“I thought you already gave it to me!”
“I did not!”
“I don’t want to return him anymore. He is my best friend.”
I couldn’t argue…
Silence….
I wanted to shout at her but nothing went out. I froze while she turned away. We didn’t talk to each other since then. I cried every night thinking that he will never return. Nothing can please me. I stayed at my room the whole summer break.
My dad gave me another teddy bear. He was like Kristofer but better. Aside from its scarf was a suitcase filled with its clothes. I hugged it. It has the same softness but the feeling was very different. Something was missing for he is not Kristofer.
Two years already passed. I still miss him. I long for him. I miss my bestfriend, my teddy.
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