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Word By; Simone Robinson: Paper-Doll
When we were kids, we didn't have a lot of toys. Master Splinter would often bring us back random bits and we would make of them what we wished. Often times he'd bring us blank pieces of paper, and teach us something called origami. Mike and Don didn't like it much, they kept messing up the folds, getting bored and then going back to play Imagination. I didn't like that game much, I couldn't usually follow what they were thinking of. Leo got kind of good at it, but he got bored quickly, saying that he didn't see the use in it to much. Origami, not Mike and Don's lame game.
So it became a sort of private thing between the two of us, me and Master Splinter. Every time he'd come home with new toys, he give the others the sort of half broken machines, then me and him would go in his room and he'd teach me another one. I'd spend the week mastering it then we could do another. As we got older, I started to see what Leo had meant. There was no use to this paper mache art, but I still continued on with it for my fathers sake. He generally seemed to enjoy this time we spent together.
When we left the old lair I lost my collection, my father and I never did go back to our weekly ritual. He became very involved with Leonardo's training. So I continued the practice on my own, and would occasionally leave different things on his mat, so that he would see them before he went to sleep. It was always different kinds of things, little turtles made out of red paper, a Paper-Doll once when Sensei expressed his welcome to April, once even an orange cat once Klunk had been here for several months.
I still do it now, though he's passed now in his old age. I can do a lot of different things now, but my favorite is still the very first thing I'd ever mastered that gained my own approval. It was a crumpled up piece of paper torn out of a page from some kind of book. I think it was a romance novel when I read the page, but I didn't care about the words. The paper itself was masterfully folded into the shape of a rat, molded after my own father of course, and tucked safely up in my room to this day.
This is one of the prompt's from Simone's 10 days 5 stories challenge. I no its like three times as long as my norm, but still like it and couldn't bring myself to shorten it down.