Something Special

Something Special

    I don't have pictures of that object, but the fist thing that comes to my mind is the red hood that my grandmother knitted. It is made of red wool and had a hat attached to it. This hood was actually for my older sister when she was a baby, after, when my second sister born was for her, and when I was born was for me. I think like I'm the youngest sister (I have a younger brother) that hood don´t have another person in my family to inherit it, so I kept and wore that hood throunghout my childhood, until it was too small to continue wearing it. A couple of years that hood was for my little cousin, because my mom think that since I no longer used it, it could be useful to someone else. She was wrong because I would never give up that red hood. But finally when my cousen was too big to wearing it, I got it back. 

    I like that object because reminds me and make me think in all the love my grandma put in make it, and I think that it's beautiful that my sisters and I use it. 

I keep it as a family teasure that one day will be passed down to someone else.