It was never just a toy.

It was everything.

Comfort.

Safety.

A way to survive the silence.

When no one was there—

it stayed.

When the world felt too big—

it helped him hold on.

And now?

He’s not alone anymore.

But he still keeps it close.

Not because he needs it the same way…

but because it reminds him—

how far he’s come.

Because sometimes…

healing begins

with something small you refuse to let go.

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