My Cotton Friend

I lost a lot of things throughout my life. My marble collection, my chess set, my favorite book of all time, etc. These are all things I wish I could recover, but these are all things I could live without. There is one material possession that despite how embarrassing or childish it may seem, it is something that always sits in the back of my mind when we move from one country to another. I is something that I won’t forget or rather something that I cannot under any circumstance forget. My favorite blue teddy bear Antonio.

My teddy bear has been with me all my life, ever since I was a year old, or so my mother would tell me. He is a gift from my grandmother who died when I was just 2 years old. My mother told me that I got my love of reading from my grandmother. Who would read to me every night while my mother was working. Despite not remembering her face, I can still feel her love for me. A special bond that despite being made in the span of two years, its as strong as iron. Nowadays I consume books like I do Pizza, at Jet speeds. Thanks to her.

My blue friend was also my first friend. From toddler to prepubescence, it was the “person” that I would most talk to. He did not judge, no matter how weird I was, he just looked at me and listened. I would talk to him about the books I would read, talk about my day at school, everything. He was my psychologist. Thanks to him its that I was able to come out of my shell and talk to people. I only spoke the truth to the young teddy and that is what I did in the outside world. I spoke to people almost as truthfully. That attracted people towards me. Little by little I was less afraid to speak. I thank him for all the great friends I made.

He is the reason I like blue so much. I love the color. My whole wardrobe is full of blue clothing. Very little diversity there besides my pink t-shirt and my cargo shorts. My room was blue, my chair is blue, my desk, my pencils. Pretty much everything I have for the most part is blue. If it is not blue, then I’ll probably find a way to make it blue. If my soul had a color, I bet it would be blue. I like blue for many reasons, it represents the sky, the ocean, and my dad’s blue uniform. But it all comes back to loving blue for the simple reason that my cotton friend was blue.

Now everyone knows. The truth is out. I am not ashamed. He is my friend, my mentor, and my grandmother’s emissary. He is a key part in why I am the way I am. For better or for worst. You could have a Lamborghini, a swiss watch, or a flat screen tv. Nothing is more valuable than my teddy bear. He is priceless.