Narrative Essay On Stuffed Animals

Ever since I was young, I have always loved my stuffed animals; even today, a large portion of my bed is covered in them. Each animal has a name and a story of who it is and how it became mine. Out of all of these animals, one specific gorilla holds a special place in my heart, because of how I came to acquire it. This gorilla, named Monkey, was given to me in March of 2003: the last time I saw my father before he totaled his truck. Cherishing Monkey is my way of reminding myself that, while he is not physically the same, my dad is still the same dad he was before his wreck. My parents decided to divorce in December of 2002, and my dad moved out of our house in January. My mom could not afford the house we were in, so in late February my mom, my brother, and I began to move into a trailer across town. During the weekend Mom was finishing the move, Dad took my brother, Drake, and I to Virginia Beach. I recall going to the Virginia Living museum, and while we were there, Dad bought Drake a little stuffed lemur; I became jealous, because Dad had not bought me a souvenir. By the time he had dropped Drake and I off with our grandma, I think Dad realized …show more content…
This has caused me countless tears and sleepless nights; when I am not with him, I often catch myself wondering, “Did he remember to take his medicine?”, “Did he eat enough today?”, “Did he make that doctors appointment?”, and “Is he doing okay by himself?” As I wondered, I often held my monkey, taking myself back to the day he gave it to me. I am forced to remind myself, despite his disabilities, he is still my strong, loving Dad. He still worries about his little girl, still tells me stories about him and his stupid friends when he was younger, still loves me and wants to protect me. Even though I am often the one worrying about him, attempting to care for him and protect him, Monkey helps me to remember that Dad is still