I was at my uncle's house, waiting for my mom to come back. She was picking up my siblings from school. I was 4 yours old at the time. I was in my uncle's bedroom, as usual. And I was talking to him, as usual.
"Will, who's stuffed động vật are on the bed?" I asked curiously. Of course that was a stupid question, but remember I was just a little girl. And I wasn't the brightest one eithier. My uncle spun around in his spinning chair and looked at me. "Mine. Why?" he had the nerve to ask. My uncle was the type of man that would give bạn the world if he could. He even reffered to me as his own child, and spoiled the heck outta me and my siblings. I was dying to have one of the stuffed animals. Any one. I didn't care if it was the bunny in boxers, the frog in a king's outfit, hoặc the other one I strangely don't remember. I just wanted one. Even now before he died I loved it when he gave me a stuffed animal. I have tons from him.
I couldn't say anything. I wasn't the shy type, but I've been told tons of times not to ask anybody for anything. Plus, at that age I wasn't the best kid in the world. I was mean to him. I threw tamtrums, screamed, and once kicked him. I even refused to disobey him. But that story's for another time. The he asked the big question. "Do bạn want one?" My eyes lit up like glitter. My eyes were like the sun when he asked that. Blinding. "YES! I WANT ONE SO BADLY!" I yelled almost at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of my lungs. He didn't mind giving me one. He handed me the frog in the king outfit. I was so happy that day. If I were allowed to I would've jumped on his giường in joy.
Later on that ngày I misplaced my new gift. My mom was trang chủ talking to my uncle's parents (my uncle deicded to take care of them. Don't get the wrong idea.), my sister was on my uncle'd giường laying down, watching tv. My brother was playing the gamecube. I was crying. I ran up to my uncle. "WILLIAM!" I whined. I was crying hard. I couldnt even calm down! "Why are bạn crying?" Will asked me, which made me cry harder! "I Mất tích MY KING FROG!!" I screamed so loudly that my sister was laughing (she can be mean sometimes)! "It's just a frog. Gosh!" My brother đã đưa ý kiến without turning around. I cried even HARDER!
"Don't cry, we'll look for him together. Listen. I hear him crying." Will was calm the entire time. We looked everywhere and ten phút later I found my frog under the bed. I immedietly stopped crying and hugged my uncle. I just had to. Everyone loved hugging him!
Later that day, before I left, my uncle đã đưa ý kiến "That frog is me watching bạn when your at home." I believed him. I mean, I didn't think he was lying. I went home, happy and excited to tell my dad the whole story.
Even now I still have that frog. I took him to puerto rico with me, and even in the car when I was afraid of thunder and lighting. For those of bạn who don't know, my uncle's dead now. He passed away on January 2011 due to tim, trái tim problems. Now, my frog is on my bed, watching me sleep peacefully. I swear that if I had to sacrifice everything but 1 thing, I would keep that frog. I treasure that frog thêm then anything in the world. I've grown attactched to him, and I promised myself that no matter how upset I am, I'll continue to live my life. I'll try to be happy. I'll acheive my dreams and pass school. Because I know that that's what he, the best man in the world, would want from me.
