For my first birthday, I got a stuffed monkey from my grandma. I took it everywhere with me. I named him Samuel. We were best friends. But on the third day of second grade, I made a terrible mistake. I selfishly left him on the bus. I cried my eyes out but I had hope that the next day he would be right where I left him. But nope, he was gone. Somebody kidnapped him. To this day, I wonder where he is. I hope he is being loved by someone else the same way I loved him.