This is my favorite stuffy given to me by my old nanny. After she gave me my stuffy, I named that stuffy Coco. That is the name of my stuffy. Her once soft fur has turned scraggly by time and travel. Her ash gray horns standing proud atop her head. I sleep with her every night and travel with her. I love Coco, yet she brings back memories that flood over me like a wave of regret. She was given to me before I left New York. A last token to remember the city of my birth. She reminds me of my old nanny, Lanni, a second mother to me. Coco follows me everywhere, a constant bodyguard protecting me from sadness. Because of that love, I know Lani will always remember me. If I ever leave her behind, I feel a sense of isolation. I named Coco after my favorite goat. That goat was my favorite, prancing around her farm like she was the queen of the place. I love my stuffy because she was given to me by my nanny, Lani, she is my last token of New York, and she is named after my (by far) favorite animal.

– B

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