The bear’s mom died when they were young. Wondering about, searching for a new mother, they found the stuffed bear. It didn’t talk nor sleep nor blink, yet the bear accepted it as their new mom and the stuffed bear was so touched by it that it devolved mother instincts and cared for the small one, gave them company and warmth and hugs and food until they grew much taller than any other bear before because no bear had ever received the true love, only a stuffed animal can give. As an adult, the bear never forgot their adoptive mother and cars for them ever since. When their biological mother rose from the dead, the bear rejected her because she wasn’t there when they needed her the most. The mother was very sad and went away, started a new life with a new child and soon after forgot her firstborn.
The bear’s mom died when they were young. Wondering about, searching for a new mother, they found the stuffed bear. It didn’t talk nor sleep nor blink, yet the bear accepted it as their new mom and the stuffed bear was so touched by it that it devolved mother instincts and cared for the small one, gave them company and warmth and hugs and food until they grew much taller than any other bear before because no bear had ever received the true love, only a stuffed animal can give. As an adult, the bear never forgot their adoptive mother and cars for them ever since. When their biological mother rose from the dead, the bear rejected her because she wasn’t there when they needed her the most. The mother was very sad and went away, started a new life with a new child and soon after forgot her firstborn.
I fucking hate it when zombie-mom tries to wedge her way into my fucking life.
Yeah, I tried to put something in we all can relate to
Ya. Zombie-mom is a grade-a bitch. Never taught me to catch no seels!