After I came to Canada which was when i was two years old, I got a plushie cat doll from McDonalds happy meal. I loved it a lot. I named it Wabebe. I know it's a pretty weird name but I liked it and I actually still do. Her fur colour was white, had peachish orange ears and three pinkish orange whiskers on each side, her size was about as big as half an iPad. I thought of her as an actual pet that's alive and real. I brought her everywhere, whenever I was going out, vacation, and even school. Whenever school had show and tell, I would always bring her to do it. I would always say " This is Wabebe. I love her, she's my cat. She's white and cute and outgoing.". Then everyone ( at least the girls ) would say how it's cute, or some would say it's a bit dirty and I'd actually get really mad over that. I'd frown and just leave.
My sister once took Wabebe to play without telling me. I never got mad over anything like that but Wabebe was always a special case. I always thought Wabebe would be in danger and be lost if anyone takes her without telling me. I guess I was a bit overprotective. Anyways, my sister just took her around wanting to play with her in the house. I didn't know, and so I thought I lost her so I started looking for her everywhere like I was insane. I was anxious. Then right before I was going to start crying and yelling, I saw my sister holding her up in the air playing round circles. I ran up to her and grabbed Wabebe and yelled, " IT'S MY CAT! YOU CAN'T TOUCH IT WITHOUT TELLING ME! ", with that said, I ran up back up to my room. I started asking Wabebe questions like are you okay, you aren't hurt right. My sister would just be speechless.
I remember how I actually lost Wabebe before and I cried and was so upset. It was one morning after I woke up, Wabebe wasn't beside me and I searched the room but still couldn't find her. I burst into tears. My mom came and asked what happened so I told her the situation. It took pretty long because of all those tears and coughing. Afterwards, my whole family to helped me find her. After a bit, my brother found it behind my bed on the ground. I guess while I was sleeping, my hand hit it and did that. I was so happy. I thanked my family especially my brother. It was painful losing her, and I hoped to not have that happen.
I remember once I was going to my brother's basketball game at another school. I brought Wabebe with me. I would often get comments from others about the way I talk and play with the plushie. I see old grandmas looking at me and smiling. Some even talk to me about her, they ask me is this my pet cat and I just tell them that it is. It was quite funny, I didn't know why they ask that before, but now I kind of know why. They just like to talk to children and maybe it reminds them of themselves when they were young.
Wabebe has been by my side ever since I was two or three, she has been with me for eleven years.Until one day when I was coming back from China, I lost it, I didn't know where she went. By then, I was eleven years old, I was really upset and depressed after realizing she's gone. She has been with me through all my happy, exciting, exhausting, frustrating, and depressing times. I've always had my family with me, I have also always thought of Wabebe as a part of my family. She has always been with me through everything just like my family. It has been about four years since she disappeared, I still really miss her and I hope one day, I will see her again. I will always remember her forever.
oh my...this reminds me of my daughters and their "transitional objects". Both have a fave stuffie that they sleep with and you should see the tears if they were ever to lose them!
ReplyDeleteHahaha hope they don't ever lose it
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