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>be me
>britbong
>in year 6 (meaning I'd be 10/11 years old?)
>at the very tail end of year 6, completed my sats and errything
>receive my SAT scores
>scored 5 in English, Maths, and Science (I think the max was a 5, but my sister always told me she got a 6 in Maths when she did hers in the 90s)
>mum comes to pick me up from friend/childminders place
>break the good news to her
>ecstatic because she always had high hopes for me academically
>gives me a grey teddy bear with glasses, holding a little book, with the name 'Milly' embroidered on the sole of its foot
>mum tells me she knew I'd do well and bought the bear for me preemptively
At that age I was probably too old for a teddy bear, but even back then I appreciated the sentiment. I threw the bear away some years ago now when I was cleaning out my room, but I always think about it for some reason. Maybe because it was so cutesy, but probably because it's symbolic of the hopes and expectations and innocence that my mum saw in me at that age. I attend a great uni and I'm studying for a respectable degree, but even now I always feel guilty when I think of that teddy bear because I feel as though my mum would've wanted more for me at this age (I'm 20). Actually receiving the bear at that age was a really happy memory though, I knew my mum cared about me and wanted me to do well.
