She must have been about three years old when Father bought her Bear.
The brown furry toy became her one constant, as divorce, and Mother’s restless, games kept her rootless throughout her childhood.
When she was sixteen Mother was killed and the father she hadn’t been permitted to see reappeared in her life like a burly whirlwind. He whisked her away before her maternal grandparents could object.
She was a little afraid, but he spoke gently.
“Do you remember Bear?”
She nodded and pulled the shabby toy out of her bag. Father opened his arms and she ran to him.
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