important thing is a jet-black TY stuffed bear named Berry. When I was
six, I had two previous teddy bears and they both had gotten lost.
I was on the couch with my sister and my father when I got Berry. I
heard the doorbell ring, and my sister and I both rushed to the door
and threw it open. At first we thought there wasn't anyone there, but I
looked down and saw a plastic Carrs bag. I scooped it up and ran inside
with it. My dad saw a note on the side of the bag, and he read it out
loud to me. It was from Berry's sister; she was asking me to take care
of him while she traveled to the end of the earth and back. I was
overjoyed and hugged him in my arms.
Berry is still my favorite stuffed animal and is worn and not soft
anymore, but I don't care because it's from six years of hugs. He will
always be precious to me, and one day I will pass him on to my
children. Until then, he will stay on the foot of my bed.