There was an event that had most imprinted itself into my memory. Backtracking 9 years into the past, it brings me to this blurry scene of a too warm evening on a humid day. Coming home from dinner at a restaurant, I was sitting in the back seat of our huge van thinking of ways to pester my brother the most. Suddenly I realized that I was missing the familiar fuzz that was K.C. which was always plastered between my arm and side. Tears were streaking down my scrunched face, as panic flooded my mind: My puppy was gone! Did someone steal him?
It wasn't until I started wailing, that mommy and daddy looked back at me with a frown. Maybe, 'cause I never cried unless it had to do with my K.C., but they knew at once that I had lost him, and I felt real bad. But now I missed him, and they drove us back to the restaurant, and told me to stay in the car.
I don't remember how long I had my face pressed against the glass, waiting. Then out of my hazy vision, I caught sight of my parents seeming to walk hand in hand, however, when I looked closer, I distinguished the small ridiculous figure that caused all this trouble. And I remember this now with embarrassment of how irrational I was at the temporary loss of a stuffed animal.
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