Make a short story on the black blanket
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When I was twenty five years old, I received this warm, fuzzy, multi-colored blanket. It has seen me through the good times and the bad. I think to myself "How would my life be different if this blanket had never been created at the textile shop?" Somebody took the time to weave and stitch this blanket so it could be a great comfort to me.
This blanket has taken care of me when I was sick, when I broke my ribs, when I had brain surgery, and when my best cat Toby died. It didn't judge, it let me cry, and it was a great solace through dark times. My favorite time to have this blanket is when the windows are open, and it's slightly cold. I loved being able to curl up in this blanket on those nights. It made me feel content. Like life is good.
Over the years, I have watched my husband and boys get sick. It has brought them comfort as well. How can one little blanket mean so much to so many people? Who would've ever thought that when they were creating this blanket, they were creating the gift of love. Love that can be handed down from generation to generation. I can't help but envision my cat Toby laying on my stomach when I was covered up with this blanket. Sometimes he would just lay there. Other times, he would want me to share my ice cream with him. He always purred his little heart out when he was curled up with me on this blanket. If this blanket could talk, it would say "I did my job. I brought you warmth, comfort, solace, peace, and security." Yes, this blanket is more than just a blanket. It is a family member.
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