I suddenly lost my dad when I was just ten years old.
It happened so suddenly — one day, he was there, laughing, singing, calling me his “little sunshine”… and the next, he was gone.
The last gift he ever gave me was a small, soft, singing teddy bear.
It wasn’t expensive, but to me, it was priceless.
I remember that Christmas morning. I unwrapped it, and Dad pressed its paw.
A cheerful melody played, and a warm voice sang a silly little song about friendship and love. I giggled, hugged it tight, and Dad smiled like he had just given me the world.
