Hello, my name is Ducky. I’m 11 years old. The last time I wrote about myself was when I was 4 years old. I’ve grown up over the years but you won’t note any difference in terms of size. I’m still the same size now as I was 7 years ago. It’s just that I’ve grown wiser. I’m a soft toy duck, what do you expect?
The last time I’ve seen my owner, Grace, in distress was when she had a breakup when she was 19 or 20. She really thinks it’s the end of the world. I could only watch helplessly as I let her hugged me while sobbing her heart out. She went through breakups after that too but she somehow managed and grew out of it.
Last week, I saw her in distress again. I think it’s the worst I’ve seen. She usually cries to bed when she’s really sad but one morning last week, she woke up and she was crying when brushing her teeth. I know it must be really tough for her to be crying while brushing her teeth. For the whole week, she goes to bed thinking about the thing that is causing her pain and she wakes up the next morning, thinking about the thing that is causing her pain. It was almost 5 days straight that she had to keep thinking about the pain. I was so afraid she will lose her mind. Again, all I could do was to watch helplessly while she thought and thought, sometimes cry a little when it gets too much. No matter how hard it got during the past week, I knew she had this slightest hope in her and the strength that she enforces upon herself to go through this challenging period.
The thing that is causing her pain hasn’t go away yet. It would take time but this week, I see that Grace is able to breathe a little and has been very very busy at work.
No matter what happens, I will be there for her, even if it means watching helplessly. She may not know this but I pray for her everyday.