Ok, I know this is a strange thing to keep but it is just one of many things that I clung to for comfort. I knitted this before my mother took custody of me at age 9 and I held onto it over the years. I am not sure what I was originally trying to knit but it ended up taking on the shape of a heart.
I would hold this yarn heart and rub it against my face, trying to cling to the life and love I knew before, somehow finding comfort enough to slow my breathing and own racing heart.
