Memory Bear
. . . a bear with a past and a memory worth keeping
My bear sits at the end of my bed. Every time I look at him, a smile makes its way up from my heart and I’m instantly transported back to when I was 7 years old, sitting on my parents couch, opening a brown paper parcel tied up with string.
My wish is that everyone has a memory that makes them smile, makes them feel safe and to feel loved, and to give them a sense of belonging.