The silky and fragile delicate material has now been passed on between three generations of the Slaughter blood. On May 2nd, ‘94 this miracle cloth was received by my Grandma Barbara whom was an active Pastor of Benton Avenue African Methodist Episcopal Church, in Springfield, Missouri. She remembered this as it was yesterday, it was Minister Appreciation Day. This day occurred every 2nd of the 3rd month. After pastoring at this church for exactly 15 and in half years, this was the day for the devoted members of the AME to cherish what a affectionate pastor my grandmother was. At that moment in time, the family quilt was born. Merely it was a coincidence, that this bundle of fabric was born on the exact day I was. Not only was the quilt blessed, and fully baptised in holy water, it was given to my grandmother right along with a plaque that certified her as being a worthy minister. All of the 50 members of the AME church's names were delicately tattooed on the quilt in different sizes, with messages of hope and scriptures of The Holy Bible. Mama Sue, which was one of the oldest women in the church signed, “May God be with you.” This message was not only powerful, but always reminded my grandmother to this day that she had …show more content…
During my adolescent stage, school started getting difficult to be point where I didn’t know how to function. Adults would claim it's, “Normal for teenagers to get bullied in school” or “Oh they are just children, they will grow out of it.” But in fact, that wasn’t the case for me. Suicidal thoughts flew through my mind like lost flies and I had no emotion towards my life. Blanky was the only substance to bring me light in the darkness I had. My purpose of why an ordinally quilt came to life to fix my situations more than an actual human being could ever could was the fact that I didn’t need opinions. I just needed a simple hug. At times my peers were so ready to jump into conversation, they tended to forget the best support of physically hugging me and letting me know that I’ll be alright. That was the connection that I was lacking at that time in my life. If I did find that comfort in a human, I overlooked it for the simple fact that I didn’t look at my peers of being apart of humanity. The cushiony, multiple colored cloth was all I needed. I embraced the feathery texture. Whenever I have to sob out of anger, happiness, or sorrow my emotions stuffed Banky until he was more than