by Teresa Billingsley
(Elkhart Indiana USA)
Starting at the begining of the story, that includes all the parts my father loves to tell...My father was in the U.S. Army and stationed in Germany during the last half (and beyond) of my mother's pregnancy with me. He received a call from my mother at the hospital when I was born. After he was first made to do push ups before they would allow him to answer the call, my mother asked him to name me, niether one of them had any ideas for baby names. My older sister was spontaneously named Misty Dawn due to the conditions outside of the hospital on the morning she was born. He some how, out of no where, had quickly come up with Teresa Ann. He was allowed to go into the town of Amberg later that night to buy me a gift. He picked up this adorable little teddy bear, his head can turn all the way around, and his arms, and legs can all move out to the front or back of his body, but not out away from his body. He has a sort of matted light brown fur that's not the softest thing, but it's always been a comfort to me. He also has plastic brown eyes, and a lighter color of a velvety material on the pads of his paws. His nose is black plastic and his mouth is black thread. He fits perfectly in my arm against my chest while I sleep on my side. I toss and turn all night long, but always keep him with me.
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