Toy Story The Movie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Every day you prove how much you want to be my perfect toy.” I snuggled against his chest, exhausted but glowing with happiness. “Thank you, Daddy… I love being yours.” He smiled and tightened his arms around me. “Tomorrow we’ll try something even more intense. I want to take you to a crowded festival with the toys on for the entire day. Would you like that challenge?” Even though I was tired, the thought sent a fresh thrill through me. “Yes, Daddy. I want to try it.” He kissed the top of my head tenderly.

On Thanksgiving, my cousin, Harry Beck, brings his fiancee home for dinner. When she sees the two rows of little toys on my desk, she is surprised and tells me that each kid's meal from the fast-food place comes with one toy. She jokes that I must have eaten a lot of fried chicken to collect so many. Thinking my parents spoil me, she even tells me not to eat so much because it is unhealthy. I'm confused. I tell her I've never eaten there and that Mom specifically buys these toys for me. She seems to realize she has said something she shouldn't have. She gives me an awkward smile and quickly goes to the kitchen to help. I stare at the toys that I carefully wipe clean every day. I kno

And to be able to do that, I should spend the day with him and without making him notice that I was watching him. With that, I nodded and forced a smile. He smiled woefully, gently grabbed my hand, and carefully pulled me to the theme he wanted to try first. And as the day got longer, I forgot about the plan. The first theme that we tried was the Toy Story Land, where we met the mascot for Woody and a T-rex mascot. He was so childish in a playful way and took a lot of pictures, some were the usual pose while most were his made face that made me laugh hard.

I’ve not seen it. His phone vibrated this time signifying an incoming phone call. Liam choked on his milk on seeing the caller ID. It was the number he refused to save but already knew by heart. “Hi?” Liam picked the call. “HOW HAVE YOU NOT SEEN TOY STORY?!” “Jesus,” Liam moved the phone from his ear. He literally yelled making his voice sound so real and close. “Did you really call me to yell that?” “Yes I freaking did!” he was still yelling, making Liam drop the phone on the kitchen counter, placing it on speaker. “Toy Story is that movie!”

I was craving to cuss at him but Hope was staring at me. “We will talk about it later,” I looked away from them, picking up a toy, “isn’t it Woody from the toy story?” I asked, pretending to be more intrigued by the toy than my mate and my daughter looking at my face. “Yes! It is. That is one of my favorite cartoon movies,” thankfully, Hope being a child was much more innocent than the evil Silas. “That is great, mine too,” I stated, sharing the enthusiasm with her. “And your mother will talk to you about the wedding tomorrow morning,” Silas being an as*hole he was, gently rubbed her arms and then passed me a very annoyed look.

“Who would like to carry that, right? We want something lighter that we can put in our purse or bag." Where was Jobs anyway? He should be the one explaining this to Mr. Maurice, not me. He's very much alive at this time, though he hasn't come back to Apple yet. He was busy co-producing Toy Story movie. I shook my head with disbelief. There were three Toy Story movies already in my time. "You're daydreaming, Miss Rivera." Mr. Maurice said, also shaking his head.

There’s really not much time to spare. I crouch down to Michael’s level and pat his head. “Why don’t you make a huge castle for Mommy and show her when she comes back, hmm?” I suggest. “I’ll make sure to bring your favorite candy, and we can sit in your little castle and watch Toy Story again.” His lower lip quivers, but he brightens up immediately at the second part of my sentence. “Sure!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s my boy,” I grin, ruffling his hair again and pulling him into a hug.