A Kind Soul

Kipper gave me many hugs when I was a child. Not always because I needed them, just because I wanted them. He was soft, he was friendly, and he never said no.

Today I brought him back down from the attic, where he was stored when I left home. He has taken pride of place above my wardrobe, looking down on me affectionately.

Sadly, now I am about 5 times his size. But his hugs are still as lovely as ever.