Scratch

I've bought a tiny wee packet of scratch mittens, with a picture of a zebra.

One of the mittens lives in my pocket, and I can put my hand in whenever I want. If I put one finger inside it, it mimics a tiny baby's hand.

Mostly it makes me close to tears, but it's a good kind of crying I think.

It's my talisman. To remind me why. To distract me from negative thoughts. To remind me why.

I think I might show it to my mum.