A teddy bear

When my father was shouting at me, my mother also cut my favorite things. She cut this teddy bear on its neck and legs. However, the scissors were not sharp enough. She cut, but not completely. She threw the teddy bear into the street. I had to wait to collect my teddy bear when nobody noticed. It was very dirty because the street was wet, filthy, and busy with many vehicles. I washed the teddy bear a lot but I could not get rid of this color.
Nang, born in 1993, Hanoi