[PM_Mama00]

I, too, sleep with my teddy bear. I got Mr. Bear when I was born. He's 29 years old. He started out as Wish Bear. Now, he's missing fur. The puff of hair on his head is gone, as is his patch. The heart on his butt no long says Care Bear. His eyes are completely white. His arms and legs are falling off... they've been sown back on plenty of times. He's still my best friend.

Despite growing up well off, my parents grew up and started poor. Yet, I've been working since I was 16 (not during the school year because I played sports). This is the first time I've been without a job since I turned the legal working age.

I secretly want to be a hair stylist but it's not a secure job and I have the beginnings of rheumatoid arthritis so I would never make it.