The last time to say good bye
I clutch at my white teddy bear as I lay curled up in my bed. I keep my face pressed against it's fur as I stare out the window. It's body is worn down in some places and it's fur isn't as soft as it used to be. But it's not surprising. They gave it to me on my 5th birthday. It's the only thing I have left that connects me to both of them. It's the only thing that I have from my mother.
The night sky looks so dark outside my window. Nights like this always remind me of you. Of how you used to come into my room and run your slender fingers through my hair. I would purr softly as you scratched behind my ears. Your fingers always rubbed the fur of my ears in such a delicate way. Your touch always told me how much you love me, more than words ever could. I still remember the last day you spent with me. That last day almost made up for the lack of affection that I was receiving. For month's I wondered what I did wrong. I kept thinking you must have hated me. That you stopped loving me, beca