It's Mine Forever

My family knows how much I value it because I always had a picture of it on my birthday cake since I was two.

I would feel  

Devastated 

And 

Miserable 

If it was  

Lost 

Or  

Destroyed.   

It is as smooth and cold as a whiteboard. It feels as bumpy as a pile of sticks.  

It feels cold and sounds like somebody clicking their fingers together. 

It is about the same weight as an apple, an orange, a small jar, soap, a pack of crayons, a hard-boiled egg, a hairbrush, ping-pong balls, a small book and a large sharpener. It is about the size of your hand.  

It has a pink head, a dark, yellow shirt and a light, green bottom. 

 I don't think my baby cousin would want it because he doesn't like bright colours.  

Yes, it has changed in appearance because my cousin's baby brother accidentally yanked its hat, thinking it was a toy. 

I would give my Mum it because she keeps all her antique and old things in a glass case, so it will be safe. 

  Yes, I have changed in appearance because I have grown much taller and bigger. But I have not changed my love for my rocking teddy bear.