My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt – That Night, It Whispered His Name and Begged, ‘Help Me’

Really dirty. Let’s leave it, okay?”

His fingers tightened around the bear.

“We can’t leave him. He’s special.”

His breathing changed.

I saw that look in his eyes — the faraway, “about to cry, but trying so hard not to” look that broke me every single time.

When we got back, I spent an hour cleaning that bear. Maybe longer.

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