You wouldn't believe what some things could mean to you. In this case. A quilt. A small, quilt meant to keep a child warm. A quilt that one's hands bleed to make. A simple, meaningless quilt... until now.

I never thought much of material things. Of course, ipods, computers, clothes, all that stuff is nice, but do we really need them? Clothes maybe, but only due to our society. Material things never meaned much to me. I don't go out and buy the new "hot list item" just because 50 people near me already has it. That's more of a reasom for me not to get it. But this one item, I hold dearer to me than ever before, I wouldn't trade for the world. It was made for me when I was a baby. A little child's quilt with colorful people on it. The yellow trimming around the edges. I remember staring at the beautiful colors as I was a child. The reds, purples, blues, and pinks. I always hoped the world outside my bed was as beautiful as that quilt, but what a damn shame...