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A Life Without Pink, White, and Red
I have one very important object that I cannot live without.
Some people might think that’s so ratty, it’s not worth it, why is that even important?
Well, I can tell you that my “ratty” baby blanket has been with me throughout my entire life. My parents gave me two of the same blankets the colors were; Red, Green, and White. They thought I was gonna lose one so just in case they got two; however, I didn’t and I only use one.
Now, one of my blankets color is severely faded and the other looks brand new.
My baby blanket is my safe place.
Sometimes when I’m upset, angry, tired, or just even having a hard day I go into my room and rub the edges of the corner with my thumb and pointer finger. For some reason, it just calms me down and without a doubt, I always look for the same corner. My parents have always told me that I’ve done the same thing since the day I was born.
My baby blanket is my safe place.
Of course, my older brothers would always tell me they hid my blanket from me, but what’s new? I specifically remember one time they told me they had rubbed it in mud, cut it up, and thrown it in the garbage. I was devastated and nothing comforted me in that moment.
My baby blanket is my safe place.
No matter where I sleep, my baby blanket comes with me. My blanket and I have been to 14 states together and never once have I gone to sleep without it. We’ve been to the East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, and the South together.
My baby blanket is my safe place.
Recently, my parents have asked, “Are you going to take your blanket to college with you?”
The furthest I would go away from home is four hours, but that means four hours away from my blanket. Leaving my prize possession behind should’ve been an obvious answer, no.
But I’ve been thinking, should I? I’m starting a new chapter in my life and I need to learn to be okay without it. I need to learn to be my independent self, I need to grow by myself and not with my baby blanket.
Maybe just maybe I need to let go in order to take the next step.
My baby blanket is my safe place.
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