Tales Of Little Brown Bear

Zee…zee…zee, before I knew anything, I was born. Small, black eyes and brown hair, with a long plastic attached to my back, with lots of different languages on ways of treating me, and also my father name ‘IKEA’ on it, I am a small little bear doll. Born in a factory in Indonesia, not very long after that, I was shipped to Singapore together with all my siblings, after being packed in boxes. Well, to have the chance of traveling on ship crossing country wasn’t something bad, I guessed I was lucky.

Arrived in IKEA mall in Singapore, I was being dropped in a large cage, together with all my siblings. Arg…I though at least they will put me inside a nice beautiful glass rack to be chosen and be sold out, not inside a big cage, cramping with all my siblings. Life there wasn’t really fun though, everyday seeing people passing through me, looking and touching, but none were interested in buying me. Even if there were people who want to buy, it wasn’t me that had been chosen. No choice but to wait for the right one…I guessed.

At last, a tall big white guy finally got me in his hand, smiling at me, I knew it was my lucky day to escape from that crowded cage. I was happy, to be able to see the outside world, when he carried me into a taxi and brought me home. Home…ya, I have a home now, and a new master too. I was wondering what will happen in the future then.

I thought I will be put on the bed, or at least be able to see the light, but too bad, I was being kept inside a cupboard, with the door closed almost all the day. Bored and angry, I hoped I can get out of there immediately. Finally, after few days, I was being taken out by another person, a small guy (well, not a kid, but an almost grown up teenager). I saw the eyes, I knew it. He loves me. Took me in his hand, he was playing my head and continuing shaking my head while laughing. I am not complaining or whatever, but I think he shouldn’t keep doing that cause my head might just detach from my body, though I know he really appreciates me, when he kept on thanking my master. I knew I have a new master now, and finally understood that I was a present to my new master now. Of course, I prefer this new master than the previous one, at least I was put beside the bed, on the night table , and sometimes he will play with me, it’s sure much better than sitting in a cupboard, no? Though he always shakes my head….

Few days later, I was to leave with my new master from the house, and traveled in train, to Malaysia. Again, to have the chance to travel on train in such age, really lucky. Arrived at my new master’s room, I was being put on the table. To my surprise, I have friends there, few of them. I deeply hope it’s a good new beginning…

Now, I had been staying in this room for few weeks. Very often my master will take me in his hand, while lying on the bed, and look at me with eyes full of feelings as he is looking at me with his heart. Hold me close to his body, and then slept soundly. I guessed he is a good master, except that he is too lazy (from the look of the room and the clump of unwashed clothes) and indiscipline (lead a life playing games, eat, sleep and study very little). Living and staying with him , made me understand him more than anyone else. His heart, his feelings, and his thoughts…I believe him ,and support him in everything for the love he gave me. Yes, and I do believe he will change his indiscipline lifestyle now, and becoming a real man, not a lazy bug. Even if he doesn’t have the strength, or maybe even if he couldn’t do it, I am positive that if he knows that I am there to support him silently, he will be able to do it, because he will not want to disappoint me, and thus he will definitely not fail, for the trust I have in him…

Go Go Go!!!