Someone once asked me which of my possessions I am attached to the most.
I have used the same blanket (blankets?) since I was 5 years old. There are two of them so that no matter what, I’ll always be able to have one in bed with me. However, one of them has been unravelling slightly and has been cut up to use as kitchen rags.
My heart is heavy and my soul is in shreds. :'(