It was almost evening when my Mom let me go to my neighbors house.

We’d been playing for a long time when she returned to take me back. I remember it was snowing so hard and the snow completely covered my feet. I was wrapped in a huge coat which I’d inherited from my youngest aunt. She was 15 years older than me. This coat was very warm from inside and it was very big. So big that, as I remember, sometimes people asked my mom how on earth I was able to wear it. Actually, it was very light, but not this time. This time it was very heavy, so heavy that I thought I could just fall and never be able to stand up again. It was scary. I looked at my steps and how the feet seemed to go deeper in the snow at every step.

I wasn’t alone. Something lived in my coat. It was a green, soft toy of a frog, with astonishing black eyes and cute legs. Froggy has just moved into my coat and wanted to live in my room with me. However, I knew that my Mom wouldn’t let him and so I hid him. He told me he didn’t want to return to the previous place, because every toy hated him there and his best friend hadn’t played with him for so long already that living there became painful to tears for him.

So, I brought him.

He was light but I still felt this heaviness. Probably, because I didn’t tell my mom or his previous best friend that I was going to take him?

And for the first time, my Mom decided to help me with the coat because it was so snowy. I blushed so hard she thought for a moment I had a fever. Button by button my Mom opened the coat. I could swear I felt how Froggy was shaking under my arm, inside the coat. The last button was opened and Froggy was on a carpeted floor of the hall.

She was furious.

I was crying.

Froggy was crying too.

My younger aunt took me and Froggy to his previous home.

Apparently, he was missed.