I remember: Theme

Imagine that.

One-day mom came home with a bag, just for me. Id been playing outside with my cousins who lived across the street from me. Calling me in from my play, she said oh I brought you something, handing me the bag. I opened it to find the doll I had wished for. Life was perfect. I barely put that doll down in the first few weeks of having it.

Then one very sad day, my uncle came to visit, now this uncle loved me plenty I thought. But he had a mean streak in him a mile wide. And he loved to tease me to the point of tears. While talking to my mother, he spotted the doll lying on the couch, and the moment he seen the doll, I seen him look at the doll. And before I could save her, he picked up that doll, and said oh what have we here? I said Bessie, she is my Bessie. Laughing out loud he said oh Bessie she is ha. I reached for the doll, to retrieve her from him, in fear of her safety. My uncle pulled her back from my reach, laughing and saying oh you want the dolly....well I don't think I'm going to give her to you. Unless you give me a big kiss. I hated to give him kisses...so I said no.My big mistake...He said if you don't give me a kiss I'm gonna brake her head off. And he placed her over his knee, as if to brake her in half. And to my horror, that's just what he did. He pulled that poor dolly against his knee, and her head broke off rolling across the floor...Oh my god I cried, and dropped to the floor to pick up Bessie head. The tears where streaming down...My mother yelled at him, Bob, what has gotten into you. She loved that doll. He emphatically tried to apologies, saying gosh it broke easy, I'm sorry, I was only fooling, I didn't mean to brake her...Mother took the broken doll from my hands and looked her over to try and fix her, but she was irreparable. So she walked to the kitchen and placed Bessie in the trash. I ran to my room sobbing and yelling I was going to kill him just like he killed Bessie...

Many years have come and gone now since the murder of Bessie...And I have become uncle Bobs babysitter. And tonight he came home early from his lodge meeting. Drunk. And passed out on the porch, in an old lounge chair. My aunt was playing bridge, wouldn't be home until late. I have never forgotten the pain of losing Bessie on that fall afternoon. I think of her often, The way my mother just tossed her in the trash as if she had no feelings...And uncle bob, saying I was acting like a brat over a doll...I was just carrying this all way to far. And if I was his kid by god! He’d beat my ass over the fit I was taking! Oh yes I remember. And I have made it my life’s mission to always keep my word. When I tell you I’m going to do something. I live up to my word.

My aunt arrived home; paid me my money and I left. Skipping all the ways home in a grate mood. That night I slept like a baby. The next day, mom got a phone call from my aunt, she was crying and yelling, and mom was trying to tell her to calm down...seems my uncle had fallen off the old porch and broke his neck. My imagine that.