Small, Torn Teddy Bear
One item in particular caught his eye—a small teddy bear, worn and torn but still intact. Its fabric was faded, its stitching loose.
Jake picked it up and cradled it in his hands. “I remember this,” he murmured, voice cracking slightly. A rush of emotion surged through him as the memory surfaced.
This toy had once brought him comfort, a connection to the parents he barely remembered. It felt like holding a piece of his forgotten soul.
Advertisements
Advertisements