The day after my birthday,when I woke up, I went back into my brothers room in hopes he was back from freeing the fairies. I decided it would be a big journey for him and be a while before he could come back because rescuing them was important. Although the story my mom had told wasn't the truth and he wasn't off fighting dragons and monsters to rescue the fairies or building a castle, I believed it. I was, just six years old.
I found a box sitting by his bed and I picked it up and took it to my room. It was just an old shoe box but it had my name written on the top of it. One could only imagine what the box would hold. It was opened fast, like lighting. My small, young brain was filled with to much curiosity to wait.
The contents of the box didn't seem to be what someone would consider magical but for the six year old I had been, everything was magical. The box contained some plastic pieces, the pen my brother wrote his stories with, and his old cellphone. There was also a picture he had drew laying on top. It showed how to connect the pieces.
An hours time went by and at the end of it all the pieces were together and I had created a friend. Although he was a robot and not so tall like my brother, I figured he would work till I saw B.B. again.
He could take pictures and talk to me. Sometimes he would sing me a song, but we mostly just talked to each other. I didn't mind that he didn't have a brain like me or fingers. I didn't even mind that he didn't have hair. He was my friend and Bradley told me to never be mean to anyone.
