Priceless Possession

Priceless Possession

How many 10-year-old girls do you know who had a best friend named Myrtle? I don’t remember initially how we became inseparable. Myrtle was a bigger-than-life tortoise, a fond memory that was “real” from my childhood.

My brother liked racing his Matchbox cars, while I loved watching Myrtle slowly maneuver her fatigue-green tanker across the room. Daddy decided that she needed grazing time in our spacious backyard, so he gently drilled a small hole on the back tip of her armor. Attached with a string to the sprinkler head, my beloved pet loved her new-found freedom. Over our fence you couldn’t find an annoying barking dog, but rather just carefree Myrtle making herself right at home exploring the luscious green lawn.

I often wonder how I was allowed to have such an extraordinary pet when my parents were a family all about “image.” Growing up in an affluent neighborhood with expensive, mansion-like homes fit for a governor, judge and medical doctors, Myrtle was a priceless example of truly what a lonely little girl needed.

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  1. Well written! Thanks for sharing I really connected with this one. Peace and Love!
  2. So sad, what a terrible experience. and I know it was only one of many for you. Love you friend!!!
  3. This fills me with sadness: “No child should have to continually try to make a parent love them.” What a tragedy that your mother was not able to accept love from you. My guess is that deep down, she didn’t feel lovable, and she had to cover that shameful fact up with a bunch of br…
  4. It’s insane that these findings were made but nothing was done about it. All these years later, you are still waiting for the wrongs to be righted.
  5. I love you❤