He doesn't have emotions, he cannot feel pain, hurt or rejection. His heart cannot break because he doesn't have one. He doesn't have a life to live, he was born without a soul. Hia eyes don't see the bitterness of this world; his ears don't hear the evil that is spoken; he doesn't smell death as it lingers among dying people. He is innocence itself. I tell him everything that happens to me, my joy, my hurts. He offers no advice nor sympathy. He just stares at me with those unchanging depths that have never seen cruelty, his eyes that see no fault in me. I feel his warmth in my arms and kiss his little nose. His name is Coda. He is my teddy bear.