Damian's POV
I pressed the belly of the little doll, and I heard the voice again; it was the same words. I was in disbelief, and I had lost count of how many times I actually played it, but at this point in time, I had tears rolling down my eyes.
I listened to the song again, and I could not hold it in anymore, it broke every part of me and has me weak to my knees. Who sent this? Who knew about this part of my life? I had so many questions, but I was too smitten by the details.
Whoever this was added, her little giggle breaks, the teases in the rhyme, and the favorites part of it all, *I love you so much, Damian.* I pressed it again, just to hear it. I knew it wasn't her voice, but it was the exact teddy bear she used, and then beside it was a blue sapphire necklace given to me by my mother.