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Looking back
When I look back to that day, standing there clutching my teddy bear as if it were the only anchor to safety I had, it is not without sadness and the shedding of a few tears, even after all these years. ... For that reason, I have avoided looking at this picture because it carried so many painfully memories and reminded me of scars that seemed to never quite heal. ...
Looking back, I wonder how such a single word can be so insidious and pernicious. ... A smile again is born as I gaze at the handwriting of my mother that has been etched on the back with the familiar black felt-tip pen. ...
Placing the photo back in the vacant placeholders within the photo album and closing it with a sigh, I stared through the slightly fogged window, past my shadowy reflection into the night waiting outside. ...
Fighting back the emotions he stated, “I want you have this teddy bear, he will keep you save at night.” After saying this, he sat quietly looking t me lovingly as tears of sadness escaped from his sad eyes. ... ” The bell rang and I began walking to class, looking back while he surreptitiously wiped at his tears.
Approximate Word count = 1340
Approximate Pages = 5.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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