plaid pink pajama pants

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These are what they look like.
These are what they look like.
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My quilt is a must-have grandchild object in my family. I got it when I was 5 years old. It is pink, has princesses, and a girl in the middle (who is supposed to be me.) Every grandchild gets one when we are young and don't really realize the significance until we are much older. My grandma makes them herself. She goes to the store and buys fabrics that she thinks we’ll like. Then she carefully and strategically puts them together. 
My pink, plaid pajama pants, with holes, hidden in the bottom of my drawer are an object that is important to me. I wore them around the house and to sleepovers with my friends. For a while, they were my favorite thing on earth. They are not exactly cute unlike some people's pajamas with monkeys and hearts, and they don't fit me anymore (I grew out of them at about 13), but for some reason, I can't pull myself to throw them away. I got them when I was 9. They were a gift from my great-grandmother Betty. When she was sick and started to lose weight, they got too big for her. She decided to give them to me because she knew I would grow into them. She did this with many clothes but for some reason, these were the ones that stuck with me. They are pink with red and white stripes going threw them like lasers. The drawstrings are red silk and really soft. When I think about them, I think of how sweet and powerful she was. I also think of how great of a role model she was for me. They may just be pajama pants but to me, they are years of memories.

Place(s): Grandma's house

– Ella Pritchard

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more