Ethan Object

When I was a child, I had many toys in every kind. From the action figures, the statues of the superheroes to the remote control cars or helicopters. Even right now, I am 21 years old and I am still having some. However, the toy that is always in my memory is just a simple robot toy run by batteries.

Most of the time I had a toy was just because I wanted it. All I needed to do was just went by the toy store, aimed a toy that I want and made the “puppy” face to get it. Nevertheless, the robot toy, which I remember, was never in my target. It was a normal morning just like every other morning, but my body was not. I woke up, felt like I could not move because I was so tired. I could not even speak anything. My mother knew that, so she had a day off to take care of me. My mother helped me sit up and she fed me with the spoons of rice soup. After feeding me, she lay me down and rubbed my head so that I could sleep more easily. I still can remember my mother hand; nothing can be softer than her hand. I was deep in the sleep fast. However, it seemed like a bowl of rice soup could not help much, I was still in bad condition. My mother had to call my father come back home earlier than usual to check me because, I think, she was scared and worried.

I do not remember how sick I was but I can remember my mother face. She smile to me but deep in her smile, I could saw her worry. The door opened, my father came back home. He came to me, smiled to me, and asked me, “Are you better my son?” I smiled to my father and said, “No dad, I’m still tired”. At that moment, just as he discovered something very cool, he smiled and said that he needed to go out and he would be back soon. When he came back home, he looked happy and he came to my bed again. “Look son, look what daddy got for you”, from behind his back, he brought me a robot toy. It was a red robot toy, run by batteries with one hand with a gun, and in the other was a sword. When you turn it on, you can see the laser flashing from the robot’s gun and the voice of him. Besides that, he had the lights in front of his chest so it looked very fun for a kid like me. I was very happy even it was not in my “wish list” for Santa Claus. I opened the box, graphed it and play with it all day and I even hug it when I was sleeping. Somehow, it made me forgot my sickness.

Time passes, my robot and me had a lot of fun time together. However, just like every party in the world, the end is inevitable. We moved house several times, and I lost him. However, whenever I remember him, I remember the faces behind him more. My mother and my father face. The face of scare when I was sick and the face of happy when I enjoyed playing with my robot. Therefore, I think that is the reason why the red robot toy is always in my memory.