A red and a grey cloth

It was sad. Somewhere in our trip home Ces lost her red cloth. Remember, mama had it repaired not too long ago. With the repair the cloth became even more treasured. Although Ces still happily slept without it, and sometimes didn't see it for days. But if I cried, Ces always let me have her red cloth: she was sure it would comfort me as it always comforts her. She is so sweet for me.

When we found out the cloth was gone, mama phoned the restaurants and gas stations, but none had seen it. Then she ordered a new one on the internet. And now I have my own grey cloth. For later, when I can hold it.