About my favorite toy in my chil

I was born in the remote mountain areas of Sichuan. Because of the limited economic condition in my family, I didn’t have many toys, just like other kids in my hometown. I only owned a small ball, which was sent by my elder cousin. It was unique for me that it companied with me to spend many unhappy days in my childhood. In my childhood, my parents often quarreled due to their personal matters. As soon as they had some argument, I was sad to hug my small ball and squatted in the corner of my house. During that time, the most frightening thing was that my parents would divorce. While hugging my small ball sadly, I often imagined that the small ball was more pitiful because it didn’t have mother and father. It needed my love and I also relied on its’ existence. We often depended on each other.

When I prepared for today’s writing topic, it reminds of me the small ball with red and white before twenty year. The small ball companied with me for several years. Now consider that the small ball was too common, but it gave me deep impression. It looked only about two Ping-pong size and I always treasured it in the special box. So long as I felt unpleased, I would take it out of box to “chat with it”. I confided my trouble and it also listened to my complaints carefully. As if it told me that no matter how difficult I faced, it was with me and encouraged me forever.

Over time, I was growing up. When I was in junior high, I began to lodge in school dormitory. For a while, I completely forgot where it was. One day in my summer holiday of high school, I suddenly thought of my small ball, then I rummaged through my house looking for it, but I couldn’t find its’ trace. I later knew that the ball was sent to another child by my mother…