While visiting my parents not too long ago, I found in what used to be my bedroom closet, the only thing I remember about the entire experience.
A pin my brother, who was about eight years old at the time, bought for me in the gift shop.
He's had a lot of sucktacular days lately and I think he has a few more to push through before coming out the other side stronger. As much as I hate the thought of parting with my tangible memory, I'm thinking of sending it back to him. I don't recall how it made my four-year-old self feel when he gave it to me but I imagine it must have made me feel like everything was going to be okay simply because I knew I was loved.
Here's hoping twenty something years later, it can do that again.
2 comments:
This is a nice post, and it reminds me of when I had my tonsils out at age 4. My parents bought a book for me, which probably also came from the hospital gift shop. It was a story about a bear, or some animal character, and how he went and had a tonsillectomy. Then afterward the nurse brought him ice cream, which happened to me in real life. I thought that was great, getting ice cream from doctors. I remember my dad reading me the book, and saying I was so lucky to have gotten ice cream like that.
The book is long since gone, and I've forgotten the title, but I'd love to find it again.
I love that pin. I think it would terrific if you gave it to your bro.
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