No laughing!
It’s not a blanket I got at birth. I didn’t have it in my early childhood but got it when I was twelve. We had just moved to Georgia and I was making that teen marker. In celebration my farther bought me a few new things to make my room seem more grown up (at least what I thought was grown up at 12).
That was the same year he was first diagnosed with ALS. I held on to that blanket because it brought me warmth and my dad back to me when ever I needed to remember him (he died when I was 15). My son and daughter use it now. It kinda makes it’s rounds when ever they are feeling sick and need to be comforted.
