When I was a kid, there was this toy that I wanted so badly. It was a teddy bear stuff toy, and the first time I saw it, I was really captivated.
The black fur of that small teddy bear shone and glittered whenever a light reflected on it, and it made me think that those were magic dust surrounding the toy. It was the most beautiful toy I had ever seen that I could not take my eyes off of it.
I asked my Mom to buy it for me, but she refused and said that I already had lots of toys; that I did not need one more toy. As young as I was, I got mad that I cried and threw tantrums as we were walking down the streets and passed by that store where I saw the toy.
I cried loud enough thinking that Mom would change her mind, but she did not. I went home that day with swollen and red eyes,
