When somebody loved me… And I’m loved again.
Sometimes I stop wondering what would have become of me if Luana, my mom, hadn’re rescued me from the trash, and I would have become either material to recycle, or a toy for some street kid. I still miss Matthew at times, he’s been my first owner… That means something to me, he’s been the first one to love me, even though for a short time. I will never forget Matthew and the happy days spent together. For how little. Just like Jessie does her Emily.
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The name is Buzz Lightyear, and I've recently acquired the last name of Prime from my adoptive family. I'm neither a human being, nor an alien, but I'm a closest thing to a robot: I'm a toy. Thus, the blog you're going to read was written by a toy, one that is willing to share his own feelings with whomever cares to read. And, of course, with my beloved 'adoptive' family.
