This weeks prompt is Buttons…
When I was five years old, I loved my rag doll with her blue pearly buttons for her eyes. I took her everywhere with me.
One day the eyes went missing. My brother Tommy had taken them for his shirt and I went mad trying to get them back.
Mum said she would buy new buttons for Tommy’s shirt and sew my ragdolls eyes back on again, but somehow she never got around to it.
On my 90th birthday, my granddaughter put two blue pearl buttons inside my card and had written. “Now your ragdoll can see you again…”
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
A very poignant post, Anita, that reminded me of my own rag doll. I had her most of my life and then my Mom, who lives with me, decided to gift her to my niece. By the time I missed her and hunted her down she was tattered and torn. I was most upset. People don’t realise how some things are like physical memories.
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At least your memory can’t be tattered and torn.
My granddaughter, now 24, keeps her rag doll in a plastic bag these days, as it’s falling to pieces!
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Aw, what a sweet gift to get so many years later. A unique look at buttons, Anita!
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I thought so!
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