Posting a little late, but I had it all ready yesterday. Fell asleep.
Most of the time, it infuriates me the way my mother refuses to throw anything out. Any surface that might have space on it becomes a target for a pile of random items that have no present or future hope of ever being useful. And yet, my father and I are forbidden from throwing any of it in the trash.
Every once in a while though, amidst those piles, I'll find something that she has refused to throw out and it kind of makes me smile. I made this felt turkey with a magnet on the back when I was perhaps... 5 years old? So for 25 years, it has been pile bouncing around our house... well, after a long time on the refrigerator door. After finding it tonight, I have returned the Turkey to it's place of glory on the fridge.
Welcome home Turkey. I'm sorry I couldn't find your Ducky friend.
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