There’s one promise I did make you, you know, and that was to never give up on you. And I’m keeping that promise. Beyond reason, perhaps, but it’s a promise I made and meant, and so I’m bound to keep it until my own existence has been long-forgotten.
You’re the only family I ever truly had. The simple thought that I’m not alone in this world gave me more pleasure than any other thing, and that’s a memory that will stay with me forever, even if you’ve moved on.
Whatever the future may bring me, the past has given me a gift I’ll always cherish, because any orphan knows that family is everything, and you’re the only family I’ve ever had.
It hurts to have your family torn away from you, especially the way it happened with us. And it’s still tearing away at me even now, every day, but I’m keeping my promise to never give up trying to find you again, no matter what.
Even if you hate me for it. No matter what.
I promised.
Teddy Bruisepaw,
Orphan only in fact.
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