TOY STORY
"Okay, Baby Girl, open this one." The father instructed lightly, picking up my box. "It's from Jackson." The father and a young boy had come to the store and bought me, at first I thought I was for the boy, but apparently he had a sister.
"I picked it out all on my own." The boy boasted and the girl who had been opening gifts all morning squeeled and grabbed my box, shaking me violently. I heard ripping and tearing before I could see the girl through the clear plastic on the front of my box.
"Bear!" The girl squeeled and despite her young age - three today by the celebrations I'd heard - she made quick work of opening my box and pulling me out. "Look, Daddy, Bear!" The girl held me up right in front of the fathers face.
"I see, Miley." The father said and I smiled. Miley. That was the name of my person; Miley. "Why don't you name him?" He suggested and Miley pulled me back in a feirce hug.
"Beary!" Miley said, her small hands grabbing at my fur and she giggled. "Beary Bear!"
Toy Story
15 Years Later
I sighed, Miley was packing for college. She'd grown up from the little girl who's present I was to a young woman who played with boys instead of toys.
"Oh, come on, Miley." Lilly, my girls friend, scoffed when Miliey saw me on the shelf I'd been on for at least a year. "You're not bringing those toys are you?" Miley looked down at me with sad eyes and I wished I could have begged her to take me, to play with me again. "We're not silly kids anymore, we're college women." I didn't like Lilly all that much, she's the reason Miley never played with us anymore.
"I've had him since I was three, Lil." Miley said softly.
"And now you're eighteen, it's time to put the toys away." Lilly rolled her eyes.
Two days later, despite what Lilly said I was happily nestled in my Miley's suitecase on her way to Stanford. Miley was going to college. And she was taking me with her.