My object is a stuffed animal that I got when I was very young. It has a blue onesie on and a dog face. Normally I don't really like dogs but this one is my favorite. Its name is Coby, and I named it after my aunts dog, Coby. My stuffed animal is absolutely light and has some beads in it. Each time I shake it or move it, would make a rattling noise. My stuffed animal is also soft on the onesie but a little firm on the head. It was handmade, when I ripped it or teared it my aunt would have to sew it back up again. I don't remember anything about who or where I got it.
All I remember is that I would take it everywhere with me. It's extremely important to me because no matter how much I use it or break it, I would still love it no matter how worn out it is. My stuffed animal may only cost $10 but for me it would cost $500 because it is meaningful and I wouldn't trade my current stuffed animal for a brand new that doesn't break or rip.
I treat my stuffed animal like it was my family, and in my culture family comes before anyone else. When I was younger I remember that when I got sick I could always have my stuffed animal near me so I wouldn't feel alone. Coby represents remarkable memories of my childhood.