Yeah. It's important to me, in many ways.

[Sometimes, if she can remember all those years ago, before she'd been too afraid to touch anyone, she can imagine the shawl is really her mother's arms. Wrapping her up in warmth and safety, shielding her from the harshness of the world...]

It's a special memento, and I can't help but feel calm, whenever I wrap it around myself. Like a piece of my mother is still here.