** this is my essay for my english honors class, opinions?**
The object that I chose is an Angry Birds pillow. This pillow is more than just a pillow to me. Anything can be a special object, it’s the story behind it that makes it special. My pillow may be just a pillow to someone else, but to me it’s a reminder of someone I lost very close to me.
My pillow is shaped like the red angry bird. It’s very vibrant in color. It’s like a beanbag and when you move it you can hear the beans moving around. It’s soft to the touch and smells like my cousin’s perfume who slept on it. The smell is wearing off since I’ve had it for two years now. It’s not real big just big enough to lay your head on it. It’s my favorite color and I think it’s pretty cool. It has been on the end of my bed since I got it.
Two years ago, shocking news came to my family. My cousin, Kori, was in the hospital and she was in a coma. She had been at a party drinking and asked one of her friends for an Opana pill. One of them got it for her and she took it. All her friends left the room and she stayed behind. When her friends got back to the hotel they found her unconscious and blue. They called 911 and when they got there, they brought Kori back, but the she slipped into a coma. They checked her brain activity when they got to the hospital and declared her brain dead where she had been without oxygen for so long. The doctors told her parents that she most likely wouldn’t come out of the coma but if she did she would be a vegetable. They asked them if they wanted to keep her on the breathing machine or take her off. They chose to take her off and she lasted eight minutes on her own. She was 27 years old and her birthday was in three weeks. Two days later we was in Kentucky for the viewing and funeral. I spent a lot of time with my aunt and uncle when I was there. They talked about the things we would remember about her and that helped me a lot. The last day I was there before I had to leave, we stopped one last time at my aunt’s and uncle’s house. My aunt went to my cousin’s room and brought out the red Angry Birds pillow. She told me she wanted me to have it. I cried when she did and just held the pillow as if I could maybe feel my cousin in someway.
This pillow is important to me because it was Kori’s and it reminds me of her. I don’t have many memories with my cousin and I wish I did. I chose this item out of everything I had because the story behind it means so much to me and I hope that someday I can share her story with other young adults about the dangers of taking prescription drugs while drinking. I will keep her pillow as a reminder to myself of the dangers and the memories I did have with her. Someday, I will let my son or daughter have the pillow and tell them the story about how dangerous it is.
My pillow may be just a pillow to someone else, but to me it’s a reminder of someone I lost very close to me. It’s way more than just a pillow to me. The story makes it important and it means so much to me. I will always remember her every time I see the pillow sitting on the end of my bed and think about the love my family shared together during this rough time.
