We ate cake crumbs that afternoon. The last time I slept with Teddy tucked beneath my chin at night— I didn’t know I’d wake one day and trade him for a screen’s blue light. His fur still holds a younger heart— the one I left when life grew hard. And the last time I told Peter Pan to wait for me “just one more day”— I didn’t know he’d nod and smile and slowly, sadly fly away. I closed the book;