Real in my eyes and heart

When your small making friends with an other kid is easy. Growing up and expressing yourself is not, especially when you become the shyest person in the room. But never at home, at home your the fullest version of yourself.

Especially when your best friend is the best listener! I always whisper and tell him about my day at school, he watches and listens, never saying a word. But the glow in is eyes says more than any other person. We do everything together, we sleep, play, eat. I never let him out of my sight. He's always there to hug me when I'm sad and wipe my tears. Always there to cheer me up. Always holding my hand. Many people grow up and let go of their best friend but not me.

I can never let you go, the thought alone of not seeing you first thing in the morning, hurts my heart.

"Your my loyal confidant, my other half, my whole world!" I say and look at him hoping for a response, but as usually nothing and that's ok.
"Sir Joey, knight of the realm, and protecter of my room!" I giggle. Holding my dearest and oldest friend, a stuffed kangaroo.
"What should we do today..."

That happy memory of long ago. I remember that day, as I stare at my friend. Old and wore out, ripping at the seams. Who knew that a bundle of cotton and fluff, a 6 inch plush could be the best friend anyone could ask for. I smile at him as I set him down to eat breakfast, just me and him. My best friend who speaks through his eyes and my heart.