My object is a stuffed animal. Not just any stuffed animal though, but one both my parents gave to me at a very young age. They got it from an Egyptian store before I was born and when I turned 2, they gave it to me as a gift. It is a brown dog with floppy ears and a tongue sticking out. Throughout my whole childhood, its tongue sticking me out made me laugh because it just wasn’t something you wouldn’t see on a normal stuffed animal, more or less a dog. It's head It was also flat with a bowtie tied on its neck as if it were on its leash with a big black nose and black eyes that you can’t see unless you moved its droopy eyelids. I was also born here meaning they carried it all the way here from Egypt. It means so much to me because it reminds me of them. When I was younger and I wasn’t with either one of them, I got scared and worried like any other child however, when I held it near me, it made the time fly so fast as if it was a time machine, one that only worked when I needed it. It being a dog was probably the reason why I grew up to love and always want a dog. In the end, I'm glad my parents got it for me; and I love them both.

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