Before I can remember, I was bestowed with a red pillow that was sewn together by my grandmother as a gift not only to rest my head upon but also to keep close as an emotionally significant item. When I was three years old I received the pillow as a birthday gift. She embroidered a large cargo truck onto the surface because back then I was very into automobiles and large vehicles. I would come up with a genius name shortly after I learned the word truck; my pillow of course would have to be called ‘Trucky’. Shortly after receiving the pillow, my grandma suffered some medical complications concerning her heart, so I made a silent vow to keep Trucky with me throughout my life just in case I lost her. For many years, I would only use Trucky as my pillow, but this overuse started to tatter the thin red fabric and the truck design became almost unrecognizable, except the meaning stayed the same. My grandmother passed away Christmas Eve 2021. She was harsh, but lenient and a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen. Without thinking, I grabbed Trucky and started crying. It suddenly occurred to me that everytime I was sad or was feeling emotionally conflicted, I would hug my familiar red pillow. I plan to refurbish the Truck design so it is actually recognizable and pass it down to a future member of my family. The emotional attachment I have to the pillow is something I want to leave to another person of great importance to me, just as she did.

– GJ

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