I was the last gift your mother gave you.
"Happy Birthday Naya!"
"What is it mama?"
"A Polar Bear sweetheart."
"A Pola Beaw?" Your r's never came out properly.
She laughed. A light laugh that lit up her eyes.
Your hands eagerly grabbed mine, and you laughed, spinning around and around until you fell flat on your bum.
Your mother picked you up and lifted you onto her waist, holding you close.
"What do you want to name her?"
"Pola!"
I finally had a name.
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Love, Pola
ActionStuffed Animals are scarred with tears, blood, and memories. But most of all, they watch you grow. Love. Kill. This is Naya's life, through the eyes of a stuffed Polar Bear. -------- The preeminent golden child, preened to perfection. The ulti...
