Just forget about it...
I'm done with this whole stuffed animal thing. Let's just forget about it.
The director just stomped on my heart. She told me they process items as soon as they get them and that because I waited 14 days to report them missing it was a major obstacle in trying to find them. She said they've been calling the stores they donate to with the list I gave them on a daily basis and that none of my items have been found. She also said that when most people donate stuff accidentily they realize it immediately and then they are able to get their bags off the truck and deliver them back. She said she would try and see if she could get a list and get back to me to which I replied "I don't even think you're going to do it". She started to go off about how she resents that because they take these accusations seriously, people have been searching for my things and they've spent a lot of time on it.
I don't know why I didn't realize they were gone right away. I just got so used to seeing those bags there in our garage that when they were missing I didn't notice. I assumed they were there. This made me think that maybe some higher power, some other force, WANTED me to donate my stuff. Maybe this is some cosmic sign that I am an adult now and that I should stop holding on to my youth. That there are bigger things in the world than me and stupid little childhood memories.
So little kids out there who now have my stuff, or dumpster that is now filled with my stuff rotting away, enjoy it. I hope you get some happiness from it like I once did. Maybe my garbage will decompose and help a little tree grow or something. But I suppose a time will come in your lives when you too will have to shed your childhood and move on to be an adult. I hope that you can still think back to those toys you had when you were little and remember that they made you smile like they made me smile. And that maybe the chain of happiness will continue to live on like that...
--Merritt
The director just stomped on my heart. She told me they process items as soon as they get them and that because I waited 14 days to report them missing it was a major obstacle in trying to find them. She said they've been calling the stores they donate to with the list I gave them on a daily basis and that none of my items have been found. She also said that when most people donate stuff accidentily they realize it immediately and then they are able to get their bags off the truck and deliver them back. She said she would try and see if she could get a list and get back to me to which I replied "I don't even think you're going to do it". She started to go off about how she resents that because they take these accusations seriously, people have been searching for my things and they've spent a lot of time on it.
I don't know why I didn't realize they were gone right away. I just got so used to seeing those bags there in our garage that when they were missing I didn't notice. I assumed they were there. This made me think that maybe some higher power, some other force, WANTED me to donate my stuff. Maybe this is some cosmic sign that I am an adult now and that I should stop holding on to my youth. That there are bigger things in the world than me and stupid little childhood memories.
So little kids out there who now have my stuff, or dumpster that is now filled with my stuff rotting away, enjoy it. I hope you get some happiness from it like I once did. Maybe my garbage will decompose and help a little tree grow or something. But I suppose a time will come in your lives when you too will have to shed your childhood and move on to be an adult. I hope that you can still think back to those toys you had when you were little and remember that they made you smile like they made me smile. And that maybe the chain of happiness will continue to live on like that...
--Merritt