“Becoming Real”
What Margery Williams [in The Velveteen Rabbit] was trying to teach was that no matter how poor or how old you look, you can still be loved for what you are and when you are loved, how you look doesn’t matter so much to you anymore.
Yes, my dad made me feel real. This happened while he was sick and he gave me a hug. It was the last hug he gave me.
I’ve felt the absence of my dad a lot of times as well as my cousin. This usually happens when I have a day that seems to make up for all my good days. Or when I feel lonely and that nobody cares.
I don’t know if I ever helped someone become “real” because people are real good at hiding their feelings. I don’t think I have, though. I think my family would miss me if I died or were missing for a long time, but if I went for a trip I don’t think they’d miss me. Even if I went on a long trip for a year with relatives, because they are probably used to being without someone they know because lately (in the last 3 years) a lot of close friends and relatives have either died or went away.
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