"Her favorite silky is her oldest. Once crisp and bright, it is now faded and soft. Yet, when it was crisp and bright, it was also easy to tear. Rigid threads would not yield, would not bend, so they were left with no choice but to break. I grab her silky from the dryer for the hundredth time and snag it on a rod. It holds, strong, pulls me firmly back. My baby daughter’s best loved silky didn’t used to have that strength. She gave it that strength."
