My Parents Threw Away My Memories.

I came home from school, and they said they'd taken some bags from the loft to the tip. I joked, and said, "I hope it wasn't my teddies!" You see, I have too many teddies, so I had to put some of them in a big bag in the loft last year, because there was no room for them in my bedroom.My dad looked at me, his eyes slightly wider than usually and the edges of his mouth pointing towards the floor, and said "We did."

There was a sickening jolt inside of me, like something had been ripped out of me. I kept my smile, and said "You didn't," telling myself he was joking. He repeated that they had. My mum started saying that they were dusty or something, but I wasn't listening. I'd had some of those teddies since before I started school. I know for a fact that there was a teddy in their that when we were learning first aid in Brownies (yes, I went to Brownies, this is NOT the time for jokes), we had to bring in a teddy, and I brought him in, and practiced bandaging injuries, etc, on him.

I can't believe it. I know it's kind of sad, but I've always been really attached to my teddies. I used to have two dragon teddies, an orange one with blue spots and a blue one with orange spots, and I was saying the other day how I miss them, and now I'm afraid I'll never see them again.It's not fair. If I threw away something that belonged to them, no matter whether they used them anymore or not, I'd get into so much trouble. They know how protective I am over the teddies in my bedroom, and I don't know why they thought it'd be any different for these. They were still my teddies; they still belonged to me, and I didn't even get a say in what happened to them.

It seems kind of pathetic how upset I am right now, but I don't care, I am this upset.