When I was little, I never had a quilt. All it was blankets, nothing else. Soon the blankets got two small. Well, I did have one, until my sister was born. My mom gave it to my sister. My didn't buy me a new one. I don't no much about my dad. When we got a dog, my mom gave one of my blankets to the dog.
So it was cold. Some nights I was lucky, my brother would let me sleep with him.
But how can I keep this out of my head? I look at my bed now, and the thought have not having it before, comes and makes me sad.
I had warmth when I sleep for like 4 years.
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My mom didn't buy me a new one.