My Meaningful Object(WA2)(VERSION3)

      I have always wanted to have a warm blanket that carries a lot of memory like others. I thought my brother probably influenced me on having this idea. He had two blankets since he was little, and he had brought them to every place where there was a bed. For at least twenty years, those blankets had become rags and my mother had to sew them again and again. Watching my brother cherished them so mush, l also had a strong desire to have my own one. However, l didn't have a chance to tell my mother about this for a long time. Until three years ago, I still could remember that day clearly, we went to Costco at Saturday night, and on that special day my little but sweet dream came true. I finally seized the critical moment to say out loud "Mom, l really want that yellow blanket." As soon as I saw it from a far distance, l knew it was the kind that I wanted. In front of my sight, this object was shining even though its color was a little bit close to beige. This blanket was made of artificial fur (100% polyester) and its color is between yellow and beige. Unfolding it, its width is 1.5 meters and its length is 1.3 meters, which allows me to roll myself up in it and it is large enough to cover my whole body when I am sleeping. To try to please kids, there are a duck head that was made to be a hat shape (kind of like hoodie), claws and a little tail. The color of those three sections is red. I love it not only its cute appearance but also its touch which is very soft and tender. Since I got it, I felt ecstatic joy as a little girl, I really wanted to scream and jump up and down at that time.

      Most people cherished their blankets because they could smell their own odor that may relieve them on the blankets. That odor was built up by several years, so some of them don't want to wash them. But for me, I love the scent which is given off by fabric softener whenever my mother washes it, they really smell good. Although I owned this blanket only for two or three years, I still felt that there was some connection between the blanket and me. Just like that l had owned it for many years, and I think the relationship will be stronger and stronger as time passes. Every time when I watch this soft and yellow blanket, it will remind me of the scene that my sister and I covered in it, huddling against each other to conquer the cold winter night. This is the critical scene that makes this blanket become the most important thing to me. In a person’s life, there are certainly some things that he or she relies on, visible or invisible, item or person. As for me, I believe this blanket was, is and even will be my meaningful object for the rest of my life.