ANZAC Teddy Bear

I watch as my owner's hand creeps closer and closer...I'm getting picked up. I never usually get picked, it’s always some other cuddly toy, that was newer than me - but not this time. 
I start to wonder why she is picking me up. She is making her way down the hallway and we take a right into the living room. We get closer and closer to the window and I get carefully placed down with other teddy bears. 
I am just sitting there but then I soon see little kids with their mums or dads walking past and point at me. 
"Why are they pointing at me?", I said to the others. 
No response.
 I could get used to this I thought to myself. 
It’s great getting noticed by so many kids and seeing the smiles on their faces. I think about how I am helping the community because I am bringing joy into this sad time.   
By Issy