My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt

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He refused.

By the time we got back, the bear was still in his arms, streaking mud across his shirt.

That night, after I tucked Mark into bed, I stood in the doorway looking at him asleep beside that battered teddy bear lying near his pillow. Moonlight from the window caught the side of its face, and with the missing eye it somehow looked like it continue reading …