- Marta Campos
Exactly 13 years ago my uncle
gave me a teddy bear.
I was 4 but I clearly remembered.
Throughout my childhood
I played with it, dropped him on the floor,
and even neglected him after
getting new toys. Soon I replaced
him with a tablet that my mom got me.
Soon it was in a box full of toys down
In my basement.
Years later I found him
in the same dusty box that I opened out of curiosity.
Beautiful moments came to my mind
when race issues were about who ran the fastest,
and the worst pain I felt was
when I skinned my knee, when goodbyes
only meant until the next day…
And yet I couldn't wait to grow up.