She paced with her teddy... trotting down the scotching tar road, bare footed... up the road, nervous glances exchanged... footsteps were heard scrambling and hurrying away... leaving dusty specks of clouds suspended in the air... She hugged her teddy tighter, afraid that the wind might snatch it away from her very arms... For quite a long time, she had been treated this way by those who live up the streets... No longer did she bother about what others have to say about her... What she had gone through, they do not know exactly what is it or when it happened... She had forgotten when those neighbours started the way they are treating her now... She still loves the wind which smelled of fur coming from nearby farms where cows are reared in abundance for the sole purpose of commercial trade... Her spirits were still high... The rough grounds had burnt her toes numb, it felt like cold marble stone under her soles where blisters were starting to creep out... She had been taking short walks now and then, trying to leave the agony out and still holding on to the last ounce of hope towards the faith that owed her something that was so precious... The puffy teddy bear in her arms is the bearer of all the faith that she had left with her now... The sneering and terrified glances could only be melted out by the comfort of her soft toy... Only the teddy knows all her misery, tears and the long gones... The precious teddy must not be snatched away as it is the only thing which made her still clinging to her life in this world...
P/s: that is what i have been seeing in a teen who (i do not know since when) pace up and down the road dreamily on burning afternoons... Dad said that since a couple of years ago after i left for college, this same girl had started making appearances, walking pass the street in front of my house... Dad said something or someone might have been the cause of her being so not in her right mind... I feel a sense of sympathy towards her... I hope that she could one day wake up from her depression, and see a bright and wonderful life which lays so ever ready in front of her if only she could see...
People holding teddy bears should be filled with happiness not sorrows and mourns...
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