She was beside me when I was little. I met her at the age of 1 and she kept me company everywhere I went. She was my first friend and I’m happy to find her again and again in my childhood pictures. Here we are at the seaside.
She was real, just not human. I received her as a gift from the aunt that raised me and taught me how to draw tables for math.
Her name was ‘Cutie’ – translated from the Romanian ‘Drăgălașă’.
We even had a big fight and I threw her on the ground. That was the moment she got her name. My grandmother told me I hurt her and that she didn’t deserve that, because she was a cutie. So after that episode, we would be best friends. And she stayed with me until kindergarten, when I established other friendships, with people.
Still, she has a special place in my heart and my memories box.
