I first knew things were amiss when boys began to take priority over barbies. The day she replaced her posters of Dora with boy bands was a real hardship for me. I did not appreciate school teaching her that animals are unable to speak. Why can’t a purple talking unicorn exist?
I comforted her when she lost her first pet, a goldfish named Rainbow. I protected her from the monsters under the bed. I agreed that cake should be a breakfast food. Through all the joyful and upsetting times in her life, I was her constant companion.
Now I’m like a forgotten fairy. My light is growing dim.My once vibrant violet complexion has degraded into a ghostly pale white. My once formidable limbs have become fragile and stiff. However, what truly shatters me is the loss of my horn that once held the love and magic we shared.
As I watch her move on to perfume and make up from ribbons and curls, I wonder if she ever thinks of me.
Pictures from disney/pixar’s InsideOut