Unbelievable.
Of all the times in the world, my brother chose this exact moment to screw up. I suppressed the strong urge to simply yell at him but I had to consider that in doing so, I would be attracting unwanted attention towards us. Instead, I opted to sigh heavily.
"Did you at least see where he went?" Not surprisingly, my brother responded with a shake of his head. At this point, my patience was running thin. It was one thing for my brother to make a dumb mistake but it was another thing for him to act so nonchalant and guiltless about it. No simple apology. Not one ounce of regret on his face. Nothing! Of course I did not expect him to go down on his knees and apologize but such common sense should be damn obvious.
Rolling my eyes, I trudged to the nearest bench and sat down. I rested my chin on my head and sighed once more. At the corner of my eye, I noticed my brother approaching me and taking a seat, though he was careful to leave a large space between us. Clearly, he did not want to incur my wrath, which was slowly building up within me.
"You're overreacting. It's only a teddy bear," my brother waved his hand dismissively. Not caring about an unwanted audience anymore, I instantly lost my cool.
"It's my hard-earned money!!" I shouted at him, my eyes bulging that they must have looked like they were going to come out. To a stranger, my words would sound dramatic but I was an unemployed girl so I had to scrimp and save to buy anything that I wanted. And a teddy bear was what I longed to buy ever since I saw its cute commercial on television.
Pouting, I turned my head away and stared solemnly at the ground. "Ah whatever. Guess it's not meant to be," I mumbled to myself. It was pathetic to blame at others for my own mistake. It was silly of me to entrust my newly-bought bear to my brother while I went to the washroom.
Five minutes. That was how long Emerald and I spent together. Yes, I named my teddy bear 'Emerald' and it was inspired by the green and black polka-dot bow on it which had nothing to do with emerald itself.
Right then, a bawling child was forcefully dragged towards me by a woman, who probably was his mom. My eyes widened when I saw Emerald held by the woman. The woman must have been able to piece the puzzle together because instantly after seeing my reaction, she handed me back my beloved teddy bear.
"Sorry. My child has the habit of taking things that don't belong to him," the woman apologized. I quickly forgave her and patted the child's head, too excited to be mad at him. I pulled Emerald for a tight hug, extremely elated that we were reunited at the end. I guess we did belong to each other after all.
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