🧸🧸CHRISTMAS GIFT🧸🧸
🧸🧸EPISODE 1🧸🧸
The last Christmas celebration that was celebrated two days ago ushered in our most precious gift from my Dad. A big Teddy bear for I and my twin sister.
The Teddy bear we received from our Dad was one of the most significant gift we’ve received so far as a child and we didn’t hide our excitement because the Teddy bear was unusually big and fluffy.
We have always been on our Dad’s neck for him to get us the Teddy bear and he surprised us by giving us an amazing one.
He has always been giving us one reason or another to why he couldn’t wait at a store to buy it and many other excuses. We later got to know that he sent his secretary to get the Teddy bear for him.
We didn’t care about how he got it or where he got it from, we were just so happy that we eventually have a cute little big Teddy bear to ourselves. It wasn’t literally a little Teddy bear, it was as big as I and my twin sister but we usually address it as our cute little baby.
My Dad didn’t get two of it for us and he surely knows that I and my twin sister are still definitely to make a fuss over the Teddy bear. “I am so very sorry, my little angels. This is the only type of Teddy bear that I was able to buy at the store”, my Dad said while handling the little big Teddy bear to my sister.
But we didn’t care, we were just so happy to press and rub the tender and soft body of the bear for that moment.
We would always always be talking about our new toy in school, thereby making some of our friends that doesn’t have one jealous. We wouldn’t stop talking about it and my teacher scolded us at some point due to our unrelenting chattering.
Our extreme state felicitousness got diminished one day when our Dad came back from his office and he told us to throw our precious Christmas toy into the garbage trunk.
We cried and refused. We even begged our mom to plead on the toy’s behalf but he insisted that we should dispose off the doll for our own good and that he is going to get us a new big toy.
He later said the Teddy bear was gotten from one unusual store and people no longer but stuffs there. His secretary later told him that in his office that morning.
The innocent look that was on the Teddy bear’s face couldn’t let me dispose it off and an idea later popped into my head. I carried the doll as if I was going to take it to the garbage truck.
I went to the window of our room and threw the Teddy bear inside our room immediately.
I waited outside for about 10 minutes before going back into the house. I was quite too sharp for an eleven years old girl.
My sister was really surprised when I carried the Teddy bear but she didn’t know that I have other plans in mind.
I pulled her inside our room immediately and she was surprised when she found the Teddy bear in our room.
I whispered my new plans into her ear before our Dad suspect anything. We both grinned after I explained my plans to her.
We planned on keeping the Teddy bear in our wardrobe everytime and playing with it only at night when our Dad has gone to bed.
We were able to secretly play with our toy for about 3 days without anyone suspecting us and during one of those plays, we would always be rubbing our body with that of the toy as if we were playing with real human.
It’s almost 10pm as usual and we knew that the time has reached for us to start playing again. We were already having fun with the Teddy bear, in the dark as usual when fight ensued between I and my twin sis over who to hold the major part of the Teddy bear.
We tried very much to keep our voices and grunting at the minumum whilst we kept on dragging every draggable part of the Teddy bear. We kept on dragging the Teddy bear till we tore its hand.
We relaxed and calmed our nerves immediately we tore the Teddy bear’s hand. We were still trying to recover from the shock when the unexpected happened.
“Who tore my hand”.
We seemed not to have noticed our hear where the voice came from until a blinding slapped landed on my face which momentarily darkened my sight in the already darkened darkness of the room.
I realised that it was the Teddy bear that slapped me after we refused to answer its question.
© Elisha Kehinde Fagbemi
