I am first able to see when my eye’s cap is removed. This is, of course, after I’ve been woken up by a button being pushed.
I look around and see many different things. In my short life I have seen everything from a wedding to a graduation.
The other day I witnessed a wedding for the fourteenth time. We, my owner and I, went to where the bride was getting ready with her bride’s maid. She was extremely nervous, this was her second wedding, and she made sure everything was perfect.
I wished to comment, to give her encouraging words, but I was unable to do so.
The wedding went on and the bride smiled right when she saw her fiancé. I was happy though I couldn’t show my emotion.
My owner takes care of me very well. He cleans me with delicate hands, and we seem to go everywhere together.
I wanted to thank him, but I was unable to do so.
One night I went with him to a youth event. I watched them laugh when someone said a joke. They enjoyed themselves, and I could tell they felt completely comfortable. I watched as they ‘hung out’ and even told their story to me.
I wanted to laugh with them, but I was unable to do so.
I remember a few months ago when the handle to my bag was grabbed by a stranger. I was the unfamiliar emotion of fear as I was stripped away from my owner and the life I was used to.
I wanted to scream out. I wanted to make him return me, but I was unable to do so.
I remember darkness as I was put to sleep. When I was woken up, I saw things I wish I didn’t. My memory was filled with a scene of a hostage. Why was I a part of it? I didn’t know. I saw the whole procedure, and I even caught a glimpse of the face. A young girl looked terrified as a she was tied to a chair.
I wanted to run and tell someone. I wanted to let them see what was recorded in my memory but, at the time, I was unable to do so.
I was put to sleep again. I woke up, I guessed a few hours later, with the sounds of sirens surrounding me. Someone was holding me and I saw the girl being safely taken back to her family. I was glad to be in the hands of someone I could trust. In the station I was able to reveal my memory to the police.
I was able to show them what was within my memory. I was finally able to do so.
I was returned to my owner and he happily embraced me. He cleaned me and I was soon spotless.
I wanted to hug him back, but I was unable to do so. Though this time, that was okay. I was just glad to be home.
In these events I wanted to join in. I wanted to give encouraging words, to thank my owner, to be able to laugh, to scream out, and to embrace. I wanted to do these actions but, alas, I am just a video camera: A camera recording a moment in history through my lens.
Even if I wasn’t able to do these things I was able to do one thing that helped. I was able to record a wanted thief. I finally gave back to everyone.
I want to smile, but I am unable to do so. This is okay, in the end, for I now know my purpose. I may not be able to join in but I can help put a smile on other people’s face. So now, through others, I can show other encouraging words. I can show thanks. I can make others laugh. I let people scream out to me when they can’t to anyone else. I can return the caring thoughts. I am happy.
The cap is put on my lens and the button on my side is pushed and I go to sleep again with my dreams filled with what is contained in my memory. My dreams that I will treasure forever.

