Seeing that, my mother Kisha, was only 15 when the quilt first appeared in her life. She wasn’t very fond of it. Countless numbers of times, she would try to prove my grandmother wrong, and fault her by “caring more about that cheap rag” than her. In fact, she was jealous because by her being the spoiled child she felt the quilt was another baby in the family the way my grandmother put time, and effort into the quilt. But, within only a few months of being 17, my mom too began to notice the immense possession that the god given gift was to her. She finally understood what a friend the quilt was to have. Times when she would struggle with bills, relationship problems, and school, she would rely on the quilt for comfort and understanding. Thus, the name Blanky was substituted for the “ratty old blanket” that outsiders may have seen physically about Blanky. Inside of Blanky lived virtue, compassion, and emotion. The name Blanky meant affection and relief to my mother. Whenever this loveable cloth was held it reminded my mother of the cuddling feeling she use to get when she laid against my Grandma Barbara’s chest while Flu Season cursed her with a fever. There were times when my mother would even cuddle with Blanky itself until she was even able to think or breathe again. Times has been just that hard, but as a best friend Banky remained
Seeing that, my mother Kisha, was only 15 when the quilt first appeared in her life. She wasn’t very fond of it. Countless numbers of times, she would try to prove my grandmother wrong, and fault her by “caring more about that cheap rag” than her. In fact, she was jealous because by her being the spoiled child she felt the quilt was another baby in the family the way my grandmother put time, and effort into the quilt. But, within only a few months of being 17, my mom too began to notice the immense possession that the god given gift was to her. She finally understood what a friend the quilt was to have. Times when she would struggle with bills, relationship problems, and school, she would rely on the quilt for comfort and understanding. Thus, the name Blanky was substituted for the “ratty old blanket” that outsiders may have seen physically about Blanky. Inside of Blanky lived virtue, compassion, and emotion. The name Blanky meant affection and relief to my mother. Whenever this loveable cloth was held it reminded my mother of the cuddling feeling she use to get when she laid against my Grandma Barbara’s chest while Flu Season cursed her with a fever. There were times when my mother would even cuddle with Blanky itself until she was even able to think or breathe again. Times has been just that hard, but as a best friend Banky remained