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Over day and night, in the darkness and sunlight, there was my little sister’s teddy bear held by her arms, no matter where she would go, no matter what hour it was, you already knew where that teddy bear was going to be, it was right on her charming heat. No one certainly knew where that toy came from; my hypothesis was that she took it out a supermarket, at the time she couldn’t even speak, but anyhow it was already another member of the family. It started appearing on all the familiar photos, and as I realized that we were growing up, the teddy bear her childhood still survived.

It was not really a pretty bear, it had brown color, a big head, and thin and flaccid legs, and neither it was the smoothest thing you could find. That old, bleached, creepy bear seemed to be immortal. Suddenly something changed, elementary school on their relationship got, and a big hole it dug between both, lonely, cold and unprotected the teddy bear staid, waiting on the girl’s bed, wishing to be in her arms instead. Once my sister came back, she would always looked for it, and as usual, it was still on the same place, right upon that pillow with the smiling face. New enemies for the teddy bear, to my sister’s life arrived, those things you may call facts that she was growing up, and constantly that poor teddy bear was lonelier.

Another look to the photos and the teddy bear was slowly disappearing, and that, had an amazing meaning, my little sister was no longer little, and that teddy bear was no longer her best friend, cameras and cellphones arrived instead. In the blink of an eye my sister’s bed was no longer the bear’s home, she put it in a dusty corner with other old things, leaving it forever in the past, and breaking the teddy’s heart.  The days past and the bear was no longer in her daily life, she had forgotten the toy, and she also hid those lovely moments with it, this is sad to tell, but she was growing up as well. Some years latter I found her crying at the same bed, holding something in her arms, and yes, it was the teddy bear but in a pretty bad shape, she cleaned it a bit, and place it in a better corner, but anyway It was already on my sister’s past, and the only porpoise it had now, was decorating the room, smiling at us and seeing our life pass trough.