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A young girl leaves her favorite teddy bear with a friend so she will not be lonely.
The Lonely Little Girl

Kathleen McNamara

The moving truck left this morning just after breakfast. The family had finished packing their van last night, and they followed the truck as it slowly rumbled up the street. I could see Molly looking out of the back window of the family car.

Last night, Molly had come to visit with me for one final goodbye. She was so sad and worried about me. She gave me her favorite teddy bear to remember her by. I didn’t want to take it, but Molly said I must. She said I would not be so lonely with the bear to keep me company. It is such a beautiful little bear, with such soft fur and a pink frilly dress. Molly said the bear always helped make her happy and now she wanted the bear to make me happy too.

It is hard sometimes being an only child in this big old house. That is why I was so happy when Molly and her family moved to the neighborhood. I had someone to play with again. But her parents started getting worried that she was spending all of her time with me and not any of the other kids on the block. They decided to talk to some of the other neighbors to find out about me. Why did I not come out and play with the other children?

They did not know it at the time, but I was there in the back of the old oak tree. I heard them tell Molly’s parents all about me. Her mother looked so scared and upset, one of the neighbors gave her a hug. I knew at that moment that Molly and her family would be moving away. I was going to be lonely once more. It was later that day that Molly came to tell me that her parents had found another house to rent. They were leaving in a few days. So I guess I will just have to hope another little girl and her family move in soon. I will just go outside and play with the little bear. It will be nice to have a bit of company while I rest under the shade of the big tree.
The family van was only a few blocks up the street when Molly’s mother asked her where was her bear.

“I gave it to Lucy,” she said. “I wanted her to remember me. I didn’t want her to be lonely.”

Molly’s dad turned the car around and headed back to the house. Molly was crying by this time and pleading with them to leave the bear with Lucy.

As they pulled up to the house her dad asked, “Where were you when you gave Lucy the bear?”

“Up in her bedroom on the third floor,” she replied through her tears.

A search of the third floor did not turn up the bear. Molly then said that Lucy loved playing in the backyard by the old tree. Maybe she was out there. They all headed out back and there under the tree was Molly’s bear, but Lucy was nowhere to be seen. The bear was sitting up against a small gray stone that was near the back of the tree.

Picking up the bear, Molly’s mother gasped. The stone was engraved. The markings were worn from exposure to weather, but there was no mistaking what it said:

Here Lies Our Beloved Daughter

Lucy Marlowe
April 10, 1842 – December 12, 1852

Rest In Peace

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