Hello friends of hive, I come to tell you a part of my hidden that very few know, the bond that binds my spirit to my aunt is not very easy to explain, I loved her very much and shared many things with her, she was my second mother, my friend , my aunt, my teacher perhaps, the fact was that she died 14 years ago and almost 15 and I still have her present with me, in my dreams, in my things and in my thoughts.
Did someone you love die and put away toys when they were alive? Who was that person, what was he like and what good memories did you have of the person with his toy?
This toy represents the union of my aunt and I, I have kept it for more than 20 years, I remember that I passed by the window of a store and always saw the camera, my surprise was when one day passed and I did not see it again, I felt sad because I was collecting to buy it with the money I collected from my school and those that they gave me when I ran an errand. But, on December 24, my aunt gave me an unexpected gift, I remember it as if it were yesterday, it was that camera that I wanted so much to take photos all night she was only 8 years old. I hugged her so tight.
When I dream of her I dream that I hug her and it is a real dream, I dream that she talks to me and smiles and looks happy to see me, and when I wake up I feel that it was real that she is there with me that she has not yet left or that I left with her, perhaps. This toy represents for me a capture of each image of my aunt, an image impregnated in my mind and that I have not yet erased, they are like slides taken by that camera where she is in each photo.