I got my doll, Caesar P.P, when it was close to the end of the school year. When I first got it, it was a sleek blue plushie with velcro on its hands to hug stuff.  I was in 5th grade and I knew I wouldn’t be in my elementary school anymore. Elementary was the absolute worst. Whenever I am stressed or going through something I like to mess around with it, sewing on extra parts or in general just cutting and sewing. It was rather weird, but it really helped me with my violent and depressive thoughts. 
I don’t need him as much as I used to, so he went from a stress reliever to a pal or companion. He is now visible damaged, with stitch marks made with red thread, a golden bead in place of one of his eyes, and has a dead battery, a welches fruit gummy wrapper, and a piece of metal that I stole off of a fence sewn into him.Whenever I have him near me, It helps me remind myself of what I went through and that I persevered and survived it. I feel proud of myself for that, and I’m glad I’m able to just chill out with him now. Even though I don’t need to torture him anymore, I would be devastated if I lost him. To me he represents the little girl I used to be, and how I’m still alive when I thought I wouldn't be.
-RM

– R

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more