Stuffed Bear Monologue

“Mom, can we go to the toy store, please?” he asked in his sweetest voice as we drove down Main Street, and I couldn’t help but oblige. As we pulled into the lot of Harry’s Emporium of Toys, we crashed into a car speeding down the street that I could swear was coming right for us. When I awoke again, I found the tiniest stuffed bear cradled in my arms, then fell asleep still hugging the bear. Dr.Garnets was the first person I saw when I woke up. He revealed to me that I had no stuffed bear and that I did not even have a son to hold close.
“Hello Mrs. Kellogg, I am Dr.Garnets.” The man in front of me said with a blank face
“Hello,” I mumbled “Where is the bear that I had?” surprised to see it out of my grasp.
“You had no bear when we found you Mrs. Kellogg”
“Then
Your son was nowhere to be found when the Yard found you.” He said his face almost sentimental about my missing son. I don’t know what happened after that but I started to weep and ended up crying myself to sleep. Afterwards they poked me a bit they said I glass embedded in my brain and that I needed to have surgery, I replied with nothing. Sometime later they gave up and released me from the hospital. They said I seemed to be functioning fine even with the glass ripping through part of my brain.
I was sleepwalking through life and so I visited many places around Europe, I saw the odd tourist place here and there but my main quest was to find my son and see where in the world he could be. Everyone warned me that my son probably died in a back-alley with some random bloke and that I should stop looking before I hurt myself. Eventually, I gave up looking for him, but I guess you can never actually ‘give up’ looking for your son. I stayed in Bath and opened up a Bed and Breakfast right near the station. Not many people came to me. Most of the people who I saw striding down the street from the trains passed me by, without even looking at my brightly colored