Six days before I left for boarding school, Gran tried to make me leave Doggy Bear behind. She kept telling me that girls my age didn’t have stuffed animals and everyone would think I was a baby if I showed up with a raggy-eared dog-bear-thing. Eventually, I hid him at the bottom of my trunk and figured that if that was true, I’d hide him under
(
Read more... )
Comments 28
Reply
(BTW, my LJ name is Choctaw. I'm 1/4 courtesy of my paternal grandmother).
Reply
Reply
I loved all the little details, and how you captured both sides of the story. This was a fun read, and one with a meaning I could appreciate. This was seriously good!
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment