Theodore
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Some people hear“Teddy Bear”and think of something soft. I think of someone safe. The little armsthat wrap around my neck. The sleepy headthat still finds my shoulder. The smilethat can untanglethe hardest day. You’re growing tallerthan yesterday,braver than last week,stronger every season. But somehow… you’re stillmy Teddy Bear. Not because you’re little. Because homehas always…
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The corners of the roomchange first. Then the people. Then me. One grin,those familiar dimples,eyes squeezed almost shut— and suddenlythe day isn’t as difficultas it was a moment ago. Children don’t knowhow much light they carry. They simply shine. The rest of usare lucky enoughto stand nearby.
Between Bruises and Blooms 