This isn't a story with a moral at the end. It's a story of bitter truth and misunderstanding. It's really about a sad girl whose only friend is a teddy bear.
The girl's name was Windy. Her parents traveled a lot. The girl often felt very lonely, despite her nanny's loving care. When she was truly sad, she went to the attic. There, she had her own corner by the window, overlooking the sky. She always took a white teddy bear with her—a gift from her parents for her ninth birthday. The teddy bear was very soft and cozy to the touch. Two black embers looked at Windy from above a small face wrapped in a scarf. It was very late, and Nanny didn't know that Windy had quietly slipped out of her room. The girl sat curled up on a blue blanket, hugging the teddy bear. She watched the stars illuminating the inky sky. She liked to look at the sky. She imagined she saw a light moving across it. The plane flying in her costume. The plane that would bring her parents home.
She shuddered and looked at the teddy bear. He continued to stare at her with his small, coal-black eyes. With a hesitant movement, she wiped a tear slowly down her cheek. She looked at her hand, gleaming faintly in the pale starlight, and then back at the teddy bear.
Despite her youth, she was very mature. She grasped the adult world faster than her peers. She was always composed and calm. Everyone who knew her praised her, but no one noticed her eyes. And she had very sad eyes. Even when she laughed, you could see the melancholy hidden deep behind her pupils. It was all the more depressing because the girl was still very young.
It was amazing how a person could experience so much pain in such a short time. Not physical pain. The pain was in her soul. When you're locked in a room, without any light source, when darkness surrounds you and you have nowhere to hide, all your sorrows come to the surface. Sitting in the dark, you can cry loudly, but no one will notice or hear you.
She noticed a sudden flash in the sky. A bright line that appeared as quickly as it disappeared. A shooting star. The girl closed her eyes and quietly made a wish.
She always made the same wish. When she blew out the candles on her birthday cake, she wished for the same thing every year. But that wish never came true.
She opened her turquoise-blue eyes and looked at the teddy bear. She stared at the tiny embers. She remembered the day she'd received it. She remembered that day fondly. Not because it was her birthday, or because she'd received so many presents. She liked that day because her parents came. Especially for her. They brought her a white teddy bear. She couldn't even remember where they'd come from. What mattered to her was that they arrived.
It was 2 a.m. on December 22nd. Yesterday, her parents called. They said they were coming for the holidays. For her, the magic of Christmas had long since faded. Still, she was overjoyed to hear she would see her parents. She looked at the black embers once more. She snuggled tightly against her teddy bear and waited for a new day. Another day. Another day. One of many. A day that was supposed to be so special.
The world was shaken by the crash of a plane flying from the USA to Europe. The cause of the tragic accident had not yet been determined. The list of victims was long. And at the very end was the name of a couple returning home for the holidays to their little daughter.
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