The small ornament of a small boy gathering wheat sat on top of a chest of drawers for years, right next to where my Nan would sit every day. When I was ten, I bought it for her from the cheap shop on the high street.
A child’s expression of love, I wanted to give her something to remind her of me when I wasn’t there. These days it sits on my shelf next to my computer screen. Same as the day I bought it with my pocket money. And it reminds me of her, now that she isn’t here.