She knew he was going to ask her about it before he even picked it up. He walked over to the corner and looked quizzically at the tattered, beaten up stuffed animal. It was something of an alien, green and purple with big googly eyes and bright yellow bent antennas.
"Why do you even have this?" he asked as he turned to look at her.
Her eyes instantly welled with tears as the memory came flooding back.
"It was about 13 years ago. I was camping with my family and decided to trek out on my own early one morning. I followed a stream for awhile but soon decided to head into the woods to see what kind of leaves I could discover. Soon, I was lost. I wandered around for a bit, trying to get back to the stream. I came across a cabin and thought it would be a good idea to knock on the door and ask for help…"
She trailed off as she gathered her strength to finish the story. He stared at her, absolutely riveted.
"The man that answered the door told me to come on in, he had a phone I could use to call the ranger station. I walked right in without the slightest hint of trepidation…and that…that is when he grabbed me. He brought me down into an underground bunker that was full of girls. To my young eyes, it seemed like hundreds but later reports were 46. All with blonde hair and blue eyes, just like me. He threw me in a cage as he laughed and told me to enjoy my new home."
She shuddered and continued on.
"I was there for 4 years. Four years of unspeakable hell that I can’t even begin to describe to you."
"One day, I could hear from upstairs a commotion. Gunshots and then silence. The next thing I knew there was a police officer in front of my cage unlocking it. He wrapped me in a warm blanket and brought me out of the house into the glorious sunlight.
I hadn’t seen the sun in 4 years.
As emergency vehicles and people descended upon the scene, the officer who saved me handed me that stuffed animal. I clung to it with all of my strength. It was a symbol of outside. Of freedom. I swore I would never let it go.”
She took a deep breath and sighed, “And so, that is why I have it. To remind me that no matter what, there is always hope.”
He wiped away a tear and said, “You should keep both the stuffed animal and hope.”
From a writing prompt by writeworld: Write a story including this: “Why do you even have this?”
If I was in my current situation 10 years ago, I would be freaking right the shit out right about now.
Yet somehow, I’m just NOT.
You see, a few weeks ago, we received notice from our landlord that she would not be renewing our lease. The reason? Her son committed suicide in the house she is living in now so she wants to move back into our house.
And so, our thirty day notice was given.
I immediately set to work preparing to move. While it was unexpected, I could completely understand her not wanting to live there anymore. I was a little upset that our life was being disrupted but not even close to what I could have been.
And that is what is surprising me.
I just completely went into action mode without even thinking about it. Ten years ago, I would have wrung my hands and woe is me’ed and just basically had 3 heart attacks worrying about everything…but, nope. None of that.
We are all packed and everything is ready to go but we’ve hit a small hurdle in getting the house we had our heart set on.
Am I freaking out about it?
Not even a little bit.
There’s plenty of other places around here that are available and we still have plenty of time to move. We’ll find somewhere and everything will work out just fine.
I’m not going to waste my precious energy worrying about something when I can better use it by taking action to resolve my situation.
I’ve already packed 4 boxes this morning. I am always surprised at how much useless CRAP 4 people can accumulate every time we have to pack our stuff. No hoarding issues here, though. If you haven’t used it and can’t give me a good reason why you “need” it….OUT! Be gone useless crap! By the way, have I mentioned lately how much I.hate.moving? No? Well, there. I mentioned it.