Dear Bestie,
Before we met I was a hopeless, lost soul. Bruised, broken and forgotten. Nobody wanted me, except for you. When I first saw your kind, curious, molten chocolate eyes, I fell instantly love. That rainy day, when we first met, I rested on the cold, hard, wet road. Muddled water seeped through my battered skin and crept up my spine. I called out in pain, but no one heard me, except for you. You approached the edge of the sidewalk where I laid in agony. You picked me up in your tiny, welcoming arms, and hugged me tightly. A fuzzy feeling overtook my still heart. For the first time, it wasn't sadness, anger or loneliness, but a feeling of love.
You gave me a wide, toothless grin. "Do not worry bearbear. I am going to take good, good care of you."
If I had the ability to smile, I would have. You were too precious, perhaps, too precious for me.
Out of nowhere an angry looking woman charged towards us and grabbed your arm causing me to fall. Her eyebrows crinkled, her face wrinkled and she had the sourest scowl on her face. "Sophia, how could you run away from me like that?!" She yelled.
Your happy expression plummeted. "I am sorry. Bearbear was hurt so I came to make him feel better."
The woman glared at me, "You mean to tell me that I nearly lost my job over some ratty bear!"
Your lips trembled and your eyes watered. "B-but bearbear is not ratty, h-he's special."
Her heavy, plastic rain boots squished my face. "The bear isn't special and you're just being a spoiled little brat." She spat coldly.
Your face turned a shade of bright red and you burst into tears. "How could you hurt bearbear like that? You are just a big meanie!" You cried out.
She sighed, "Can you stop whining and crying for one minute? Please?"
You wailed louder.
The woman's nostrils flared, "Shh! People are starting to look. Stop making a scene!"
Your bawling went up an octave.
A bead of sweat ran down the woman's unusually large forehead. "Okay, okay. If I let you keep the bear, would you quit crying?"
You stopped crying and sniffled. A mischievous smirk grew on your face. "Thank you, Ms. Virginia. You are the best!"
The woman or as you called her, Ms. Virginia, stood there perplexed. She got played by a six-year-old. Amazing.
On that fateful day, I knew for sure that we would be friends for the days to come.
Love,
Your Bestie Bearbear
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