Some small drawings, ideas and memories. Who's memories? My memories and things that I remember on that day. There are also some cool pictures and stuff!
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If I got this correctly, Emmet was Morrigan's toy rabbit. Her childhood toy that used to belong to her mother. That's really nice and cute.
I actually used to have a toy rabbit too. His name was Albert. And looking at the time I played cool scenarios in my dollhouses, that were just big cardboard boxed, Albert was the cool teacher or the really nice partner to the nice other teacher. And it's interesting that he usually wore not just pants and shirts, but sometimes dresses too. And I was 6 years old, already with the thought of "It's okay to wear any clothing, no matter the gender" in my head. And I had another toy called mr. cat. They never got a name. They were a toy that I never even decided the gender of. In stories, they were the oldest, smartest and the most creative talking talking animal (might as well call them a wunimal - wuncat.)
I still remember the time I got him. I wanted one other cat toy, that was one of the last ones. And the cat toy looked a bit like Theodor, a cat we got years later! But that toy had a hole in it.. So mother told me to put it back and pick another one. And I picked mr. cat.
And then there is the event I still remember really clearly. I used to have a big tiger plushie. I'm pretty sure that I named him Lex. Originally, he belonged to my sister, but she didn't like him, so I adopted him. She had her own toys. And overtime, in my little plays, Lex became like a child to me. Someone that I wanted to be near me and never dissappear and be taken away.
And guess what! Of course my sister noticed that, and like the evil idiot she is, she decided to take Lex back, as her toy. And I could do nothing about it. I was crying and screaming at her, saying:" YOU DON KNOW HOW IT IS TO HAVE YOUR CHILD TAKEN AWAY!"
And it really is sad.. it's sad to have someone that matters a lot to you, just ripped away from you in a few seconds..
Of course, my parents called my grandmother to get me a new big tiger plushie. And then I had Lex 2. My sister renamed Lex, who was now her's - Moon. And my grandmother got her another plushie tiger "to make everything fair". How is it fair? HOW IS IT FAIR THAT SHE GETS MORE OF EVERYTHING?! It was me who was hurt, not her!
And the 2nd tiger was named Flower. And there it was, Lex, Moon and Flower. Later, Lex got a little sister, who was a lion. Her name was Pythia. Of course, there was Lex's best friend Peek, who was a big, fluffy duck. My 1st friend named her that. And she had a a nerdy brother, who everyone called "little duck".
Now they all are in a toy box. Whenever some small child comes to visit, I give them all the other toys, so the child could maybe make memories with those. New memories, new stories.
If I ever watch a video where a parent mentions their child's death, and the parents voice cracks, or sounds like they are about to cry, I usually start crying too. It just hurts.. It hurts to have someone just.. dissappear. And there can't be new memories of the one who's gone. You can never hear their voice again, you can never hang out with them, you can never see them again. And that feeling if horrible.
I still remember her garden. It was bright and beautiful, there were a lot of apple trees and flowers. There was a bench, and from that I climbed to the apple tree. But then she was gone.. we never visited the garden again. Never until around a month ago. Now the garden belongs to some other people. It doesn't look as beautiful as before, but the memory is there, sill sensible.
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