My object is my stuffed doll Abbie. My grandma made it for me before I was born and gave it to me in the hospital. She's old and dirty and all of her hair fell off but the memories i have with her are precious. She has grown up with me. One day, my brothers and I went to the park with my mom. We walked to Hiawatha and played in the soft cold sand. While my brothers were off playing soccer I was playing with Abbie under the playground. I went to go find my brothers and couldn't find them anywhere. So I hung on to Abbie and stayed with her until I heard my mom call out “Ona! Over here!” She came to comfort me and brought me over to my brothers. Abbie helped me through lots of hard times. This is why I choose her as my object.    

– Ona

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