I lived in old Tsui Lam estate in the early 90s. I grew up and met many good neighbors there. When I was born in 1993, my mum told me that many close neighbors had come to celebrate. They gave me good wishes and precious presents. Especially, a lovely pillow was given by an old couple, and it accompanied me for a long time.
It is just a common pillow, which has a shape of the rectangle. And the colors of the cover are mild, fancy pink and purple. There is a lovely, friendly pink bear with big, cute eyes, placed on the cover of the pillow. I can still remember the warm hearts and balloons near the bear. The pillow is quite special because of its size. It is very tiny and light since it is prepared for babies intentionally. I am one of them.
I can still feel the touching of my pillow. I guess it is made of cotton or soft sponge as it is extremely soft. When my fingers swept the surface, I could feel the comfort, smooth fiber which was mild like silk and harmless to babies’ skin. Also, if you press and stretch it, you would know that it is so thin and fragile. Maybe the pillow is ordinary somehow. It has great meaning to me.
Although it looks so tiny and fragile, it looked after me in many nights. When I was young, I always imagined that there would be scary monsters and ghosts in the night. Those ghosts and monsters would use their hands to catch and hurt me. Then the evil would come to me. This pillow who accompanied me for my whole childhood can give me a strong sense of security. It protected me from the horror every night. What a loyal security guard!
And she has a childish name called “Meow Meow”, named by my older sister. I usually hugged her and talked to her every time I slept. She is my very best friend and I truly love her. Sometimes, I worried that she would feel cold in winter and thus share my bedquilt with her. I did not want her to get cold as she was so important to me. Now I think the idea is very childish. Apart from that, I think she could feel my emotions and give me soundless comfort when I cried on my bed.
But when I was 15, after I moved to the new house, I have made a wrong decision- I threw impulsively my old and dirty guard away. I soon feel regret for losing her forever because she represents my whole childhood and the precious relationship between me and my old neighbors. Now, I have moved to a new estate and have very few contacts with my new neighbors. I miss my pillow and those times playing with my neighbors. (485 words)
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