My great-grandmother used to crochet, I have numerous embroidered pillowcases that have gorgeous crochet edging. These pillowcases have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I moved out in 2004, my mom gave me several pillowcases to take with me. I have torn a few, but I've still kept them, tears and all. I find it hard to throw away this small piece of my past, of my families past. Looking back, I think I've been holding onto my childhood, that joyful time when I was free with no obligations but to be a child. I miss those days.
Despite numerous washing's, the pillowcases still smell like home; my home.
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