Write about a keepsake

Frayed, crumpled, and loved.. He calls it "purple" and it has been part of his life for longer than I have. Imagaine that my son's beloved woven blanket, with him since the day he was born in a smoggy Central American city. The blanket heard spanish with him as an infant, long before I was the main stay of his life. And now, purple is not allowed to leave the house, for fear that she (definelty a she) could be lost or ruined.