My hope is in a little stuffed camel… thanks to him.

camelIs that sad or what?

Oh hey reader. I won’t be rude! Good week so far? Yea me either…This isn’t even today’s special haha! It’s me sharing my musings about my dull life.

About the camel. So I went to Dubai this summer, and my mom said I can pick out a souvenir. I chose this adorable tiny little stuffed camel. It’s way prettier than the one in the picture. It has a tiny bell abound it’s neck and and a beautiful arabian sash ❤ I named it… Gypsy 🙂 He (or she???) lays on my dorm room bed with me every night.

How does it to relate to “him”? Well, every guy I’ve been with and I have a child together. Calm yourself, it’s usually a stuffed animal like Gypsy or some random toy… And well, Gypsy was his child! He and I bonded over her. He asked so many question about her. She (or as he used to call her, “it”) would always sleep in between us. She would know everything we said and did. Occasionally, he would take Gypsy in his arms and kiss it. And then he would pass it to me to do the same. Our child ❤

Funny story. He says he’s sorry, I tell him he should be because I’m playing single mom to our child over here :p. Imagine my shock as I had to explain to her every week why her daddy wasn’t there to see her. Yup. And imagine my bigger shock as I sleep next to her overnight and get memories of him as I hold her.

Is it time to throw Gypsy away? She (“it”) is the only thing that keeps me company these days!! So yeaaaa. I bet this silly musing made your day didn’t it reader? I thought so ❤

xoxo. S.

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