My Uncle Buddy used to have a big pillow. It is black with pockets. It is medium sized and has a hard, grainy feeling. It was bought from a store here in St. Louis. He picked it out because it had pockets for him. I use the pillow a lot when I’m sitting in bed. It also helps me to go to sleep. Uncle Buddy passed from a heart attack when I was three years old.  No one would claim the pillow. I didn't want the pillow to be thrown away. When I was ten years old, we moved into my grandma’s house. She said that I can have the pillow. I was happy because it reminds me of the holidays that I had with him. Our favorite holiday was Christmas. I always used to ride on his electric wheelchair. He and I had lots of fun together. We used to play a card game called “War.” He made my sister and me laugh a lot. This is why I chose the pillow as my object.     

– B

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