Personal Narrative: Dad, May I Please Feed The Bear

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"Dad, may I please feed the bear?" asked my son, who was only four then. I had never seen his smile so big after I had taken him to the zoo. "Hey dad, can I do it again?" he asked, wishing he could do it every day. Ever since my tragic mistake I only see him with his head down. It seems as if our love for each other had faded away. The older he got the more we were split apart. "Do I have to go to boarding school?" asked Christopher Robin, who was on his knees, begging me to change my mind. "You have to go because of all the opportunities you will have. Trust me, this is for the best," I replied, hoping that he would see what I had wanted for him, but as he stepped foot on the train he wouldn't dare look back at me. "I love you son," …show more content…

"So then Christopher Robin would go out in the forest and go on many adventures with his friends Winnie and Piglet," I said to Christopher one night. It was one of the few times where we got to bond. I wrote them down and I was able to get an amazing artist to draw illustrations of my son and his stuffed animals. I got my first book, which was about Winnie the Pooh, published in 1925. Children all around the world loved the book. "Did you ever think that your book would get so much success?" asked a reporter one …show more content…

This is why I'm moving to London to have a fresh start," replied Christopher Robin. "Don't be so dramatic about this. Everything will be fine," I said, trying to calm him down. "Everything will be fine when I'm miles away from you," yelled Christopher Robin. I didn't believe him until he was gone the next day. I would sit for hours thinking of what I should have done. "What am I going to do?" I would ask repeatedly. I no longer cared for the fame or the money I received. I wish I could turn back. I wish I could see him like I did at the zoo. After I passed away my wife sold the rights of Winnie the Pooh to a company and poor Christopher Robin got nothing but torment. I would never have thought that he would forgive me until I saw him at his new job. "Get your brand new books! I'll sign any Winnie the Pooh book you buy! Come get your brand new books here!" yelled Christopher Robin. I was at a lost for words. I could now live in peace knowing how he felt. The only thing I could think of now was if he still missed me as much as I missed

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