On Stuffed Animals

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

I have finally gotten my bedroom looking O.K. From where I sit all of my neglected stuffed animals set at the foot of my bed. They look like posing for a picture.

I'm so easily made to feel guilty.

My mom used to have a frog stuffed animal with a yellow crown on his head. She had got him one birthday (even though she had hoped for a donkey one) and loved him to shackles. If you have ever read the Velveteen Rabbit you will understand what I just wrote. I think my mom still has Buggy and I always feel guilty when I think of the friendship with Buggy. Their love was very different from what I feel with my animals. They probably hate me. I'm sorry.

Anne, sometimes you may not seem to like your self, but I absolutely adore you for always.

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