She started a token of love from a mother to her child.... a simple plush. The girl loved her and named her Pinn. She was more than that to the girl though, she was a friend, a companion, comfort, a secret keeper, a sister. She was taken everywhere with the girl. She loved the child as much as the child loved her though she could not express it. Over time she got worn and she was fixed. Through all the bumps and patches the girl loved her even more. One day the child grew sick. Pinn was at her side through the day and nights. Every day the child grew sick er and sicker until her heart stopped. The mother came to her dead child's side and picked up the timeworn plush. She went to her room and picked up a swatch of red cloth. She cut a tiny heart from it and sewed it to Pinn's chest where her heart would have been. Her tears fell onto the heart as she sowed. She left the room in tears as she finished. Pinn took a breath and realized that she was alive. She gasped and looked over herself. She could see all of her patches and the new tiny heart. She was overcome with a great sadness though, for the heart could never allow her to be happy because it had been stained with tears of grief. From that moment on, she decided to wander the Earth, unable to have happiness or joy, only pain and loss.
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