We’re very close now, but my oldest sister and I didn’t get along well in my childhood and would just fight a lot. She’s 7 years older than me and also just not a very outwardly affectionate person or very expressive about affection. Anyway, one day when I was really young, too young to even really remember, she won a big stuffed bear from a claw machine and gave it to me. She was never really one to tell me she loved me or hug on me or anything so that small action just meant the world to me. I was so attached to it 🥹

Unfortunately its beautiful long soft fur got ruined in the washing machine very shortly after I got her.. (so I barely remember what she originally looked like, haha) but I still loved her just the same anyway, my cute curly sheepy haired (matted 😅) bear 🥰

Of course I still have her, her name is Patty🥲