From town to town as a traveling sales person, I try to sell my stuffed toys to various toy stores. I have with me a stuff animal that is a horse. One day I stopped in the park near a busy intersection when a mother and her daughter walked by. The child looked to be about four or five. She saw the head of the stuffed horse peeking out from my sachel.
"Oh what a pretty horsey," she exclaimed.
The mother stopped. "We have to go."
"No, no I want the horsey!" The little girl began to cry.
I opened my bag and drew the stuffed animal out for her to see it better. The young mother said, "Just one hug and we'll have to leave."
The girl hugged the stuffed horse but refused to give it back.
"Why?" she cried.
"I need another strand of hair for its head. See there's a bald spot right there," I explained pointing to the spot on the horse's head.
She examined the place stroking the long mane apart. "And then you'll be back?" She asked.
"Yes." I said looking at the mother who knew I wouldn't. "It might take me a long time to come back, but I'll be here waiting for you.
Every six months I stopped in that town and sat down on the metal bench waiting for the little girl with my stuffed horse.
She came by with her mother each time on those days so long ago.
Now in my later years, she comes to visit me.