On my bed, for the last 10 years, there has always been a stuffed animal waiting for me to coddle. I have no idea that I should call it a dog or a bear, but I still loves it with all my heart, therefore I named it Coco, my favorite cartoon character from the childhood memory. Coco is not like any other conventional stuff animals such as cute teddy bear with a ribbon or pink fluffy bunny ; she has the most boring color, yellowish brown, and there are two cloth patches on her body. However, she is the most soft and comforting toy I ever had. Every time I go to bed, she is always laying there, leaves her arm wide open, and awaits me to give her a hug. To me, this little 15-inches Coco is my emotional support, my inseparable piece of memory, and my friend that I always trust. Coco is nevertheless an epitome of my life and whenever I look at her, I remember that particular night. After the excitement of living in the US and leaving the parents for the first time fades, the feeling of fear and loneliness starts to resurface on the tip of my heart. At night, when the house is back to the state of solitude, …show more content…
Why are you still up? Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine. It just, I miss you and dad.” “…I miss you too, honey, but I can’t simply show up in front of you right now. Pick up Coco and hug her. She is still your friend and family member and she will always by your side. Recall all happy memories we spent together and be strong!” As I hold Coco’s little arm around me, the laugh and the chat of the happy time resonate in my ears and the scenery of places we traveled together flashes through my mind. Hugging her is like hugging my parents, soft, warm, and filled with love and happiness. For the thousands of nights after, when I feel tired and exhausted, I will check out my little friend near my pillow and remember that even though it needs 22 hours to get by their side, I am still my parents’ little girl and there are always with
It 's so cold today. I sit on a suitcase packed for me, Norah. I am from a small town in Ireland called Cobh, and I live there with my mother, father and little sister. Glenn is my older brother, three years older than me. Oh, and I 'm sixteen. I guess you could call this feeling anxiety, but it really is more than that. It feels like I 'll never come home, and I 'll never see mother and father again. Everyone says (well, if you can call the newspaper editor and his wife everyone) that America is "paved with gold" and that "endless opportunities" await anyone who goes. But the stories I
"I 'll miss you." She drew me close and gave me a hug, and I assured her I 'd be back sooner than she 'd realize. She then told me that she loved me.
A comfort object is a cuddly, soft object that a child obtains when they are put into a family unit. The comfort object is supposed to help little girls and boys sleep during the night. When the children grow up, they pass the comfort object onto another child that is moving into a family unit. The “comfort object” actually a stuffed animal. The people in the community assume their comfort object is an animal that never existed and represents an imaginary figure.
"I missed you even while you were here. I will miss you infinitely more now that you're gone.
One type of scientific data is COSHH record. COSHH record stands for control of substances hazardous to health, they contain information about health and safety for hazardous substances that are used in the workplace. This health and safety process is important as it ensures awareness and health and safety for hazardous substances that are used in the workplace. The people who are involved in using, storing and ordering of the substance e.g. technicians will have access and be able to change it whenever they would like to or need to in the technicians setting e.g. the control room using IT software.
happened to this team that would forever change their club and the city they represent.
When I cuddle up on the couch with my blanket, waves of emotion overflow me. As a baby, I adored the cartoon “The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh,” which prompted my parents to buy me my blanket. The pictures decorating the cloth present two of the most popular characters from when it was made, Pooh Bear and Piglet, showing the two friends giving each other a hug seemed to create a higher aura of kindness and love that further improves bad emotions. Small patches of patterns surround the centerpiece, the multicolored squares, plain white clouds, and colorful minimalistic depictions of bees. The previously bright and
Chancroid is a sexually transmitted disease caused by a bacteria called Haemophilus ducreyi. It is typically found in men on the foreskin, shaft of the penis, head of the penis, opening of the penis, groove behind the head of the penis, and the rectum (Jatin,2016) In women it is found on the labia, between the labia and the anus, vulva, and the opening of the vagina. When it becomes an open wound, it causes a burning sensation during urination or bowel movements (Brindles, 2015). It can cause swelling to the glands in the groin. This infection is not common in the United States, it is found in many other parts of the world like Africa and southwest Asia (Jatin,2016).
"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get
It is fifteen years old and wears a red plaid sweater. It was given to me as a gift from the store Build-a-Bear and is the original mascot of the store, which makes it easily recognizable and iconic. The form of my teddy bear is familiar because it is a big brown bear covered faux fur with big watery plastic eyes and a soothing smile. It is soft to the touch. Just looking at it brings you back to your childhood and hugging it completely relieves you. The signifier of this toy is that it is a caricatured and simplified version of brown bear made of materials such as plastic, fabric and thread. It has no functional use. The signified form of my teddy bear is that although it serves no real purpose, it is needed in my life because I believe it helps me sleep. This soft toy in the shape of a brown bear is essential because it’s a symbol of childhood and innocence. This idea of purity is often hailed and celebrated through films, music, media and literature. In a form of a soft centered toy, it symbolizes love, sympathy and celebration. The variety of teddy bears can be seen through history and through shop windows, which show the depth of how common these toys have become in our world. It’s so common and constantly demanded that it has been an industry since the 20th century. The teddy bear is a good design because of it’s good image, it channels happiness and comfort to the people who own
“Thank you for everything, Mia. I know that it’s going to be hard, but remember, you saved lives today.” She says to me as I walk out her door with
“I’m going to miss you so much,” she said as the day came to a close.
One of the most important grandparents/great grandparents in my life is my CoCo. She is a little short but within that 5’1” inch tall body is a lot of love that most people taller than her can’t even hold within them. Also, she in hundreds of pearls she would be the mother of them all. There is always a smile on her loving face. She is an everlasting well of love that no one I know can even get close other than a select few. In my point of view she is like an angel in the skies.
Cesar picked up the finished product and immediately hugged the teddy bear. Seeing how important this small object was to him made me realize how fortunate I am in life. Cesar found such joy in making a personalized and unique pillow; such an emotional experience. For the duration of the event, I was fortunate to hear his story and acknowledge the hardships he faced. Kind little gestures like singing his favorite song or constructing a teddy bear, allowed him to forget all he has endured and has brought him some happiness for a while. Sharing his personal story with me and allowing me to help him, gave me an experience I will never forget. Giving back to him and seeing a smile on his face was the most emotional and amazing feeling. I have come to realize, that helping others also provides a rewarding experience for me. At the end of the event, he thanked me, gave me a big hug and told me that he was going to sleep with his new teddy bear that
I packed my life in one night. Again. My cramped bedroom was my shelter for six months, it was the place where I could take a break when my scruffy house was too loud for my thoughts. The door opens. “I am sorry” my host mom said after a bit of reluctance. The puppies are perpetually barking at the Christmas tree downstairs; it’s past midnight and I still hear the hiss from the old television set in the bedroom across the hallway. My mind clings to the memories of my first months lived as the “foreign kid” in an unknown environment where people existed in all shapes and color: black, white, latinos, mexican, the cool people, the awkward geeks. I glance at the letters scattered in my suitcase.