The moment I saw it, it seemed that my whole world was filled with the irreplaceable warmth of furry, and the only thing I wanted was to have it (if you feel the same way, you will appreciate the depth of my desire to think about it all the time and want to hold it) and let it accompany me.

It's a Snoopy doll that I talked about earlier.

If we don't miss every minute and every second, we have ten years and a month and a few more hours together.

It's just that I love to play tricks on people, and the things I like are often stayed by the side of an owner who doesn't love it, and are stuffed in the closet with clothes all day long. One day, when my cousin and I were naughty and opened his closet, I was petrified.

Since that day, I have been thinking badly about the Snoopy in my cousin's closet, and from time to time I run to his closet to hold it, how much I want to carry it home, it is obviously less than fifty meters away, but it is not so easy.

At that time, we were both young, and Snoopy looked fat and huge, wearing a cream-colored sweater, and a milk-colored hat that had been torn by my cousin and I didn't know where to go. The doll was given to him by my cousin's cousin, and I was so envious at the time, how much I wished it was given to me. If you compare it to now, that time was Snoopy's cutest time.

I've never been so obsessed with a doll, and I've never had anything other than that.

Plush dolls weren't for boys, at least in my opinion, especially for my cousin. In my words, it was like following my cousin to suffer, and it was chilling to look at me.

In order to become what I owned, I collected all my toys from home, including many Pokémon cards, rare marbles (which I thought), two palm-sized trucks, and my cousin's long-coveted gold card (my cousin's favorite among the Beastmasters) racked my brains to think about my cousin's hobbies, so that maybe I could exchange the dolls.

My excitement was completely lost the moment my cousin repented and took Snoopy from my house.

Don't talk to him anymore......

My cousin didn't know how much I liked the doll, but I realized that it wasn't cost-effective to exchange some cards for a big doll.

Should I say that my cousin is stupid or shrewd?

Or am I shrewd or stupid?

Later, the doll was still mine, how did it come?

My cousin especially likes to play poker, and he plays it with excitement. I was not as good as my cousin when it came to playing poker, but that day I was so lucky that my cousin was willing to gamble and lose the doll to me.

What can I say, I happily took my baby and exchanged it with you for you, but now it's okay, my cousin lost his wife and broke his army, who is to blame?

Naturally, I laughed at him unkindly, and my cousin went home in disgrace, and he never pestered me to play poker for a while.

And I was terrified, because my cousin's grandmother came to my house from time to time, and only the two of us knew about the gamble, plus my mother, who left all the things about our children to me.

When I didn't get through the crisis, I wanted to lock the door of my house and not let my cousin and grandmother come to my house.

Later, time faded, and I was not afraid.

The doll that didn't belong to me has accompanied me so far, and without it, there is indeed something missing, and I can't say it completely.

It's old now, and time has polished it, and it's become rough and dull, but how can that change my love for it?