The Main Character

I have lived in old boxes for years now, forgotten about by my previous owner and best friend. I used to always snuggle up to her and keep her safe at night. She grew up and cast me aside. I had my arm barely hanging on by a thread and my colour had faded, but I was a comforting force for this little girl. I’ve sat in a box gathering dust and have no significance to her anymore. She named me Teddy and I did just that for her. I was once held tightly to her chest and the rest of the world seemed less scary to her. I was a protector sort of bear. I miss her after all these years and I wish I was even a thought in her mind, but sadly I know I belong in a box of mementos, never to be seen or heard from again.