Being walked into a store holding my cgs hand. My fingers abesetmindly drift to my mouth and I nervously chew on them as we get deeper inside. They lead my to the baby isle. I stand there frozen as I take in all the colors and shapes. I glance back at my cg and they pat my shoulder saying, “go on, take your time. I’ll be right here.” Hesitantly I step forward to investigate, letting my letting fingers trail over soft textures and pressing all the buttons there are to press. Finally I pause when I reach a small stuffed animal, one of the ones that’s body is a little blankie. The fabric feels so silky as I pet gently down its fur, plastic eyes so friendly and sweet. “It’s that the one you want?” My cg asks. I gently nod in confirmation. They bring it to check out, handing it right back to me once it’s payed for. Back in the car I rub the soft fabric in between my figures, itching to feel the softness against my face. My caregiver seems to notice my growing want. “When we get home we’ll pop them right in the wash to get any icky germs off them alright? Then they’ll be all yours again.” I smile and hum happily showing my nonverbal appreciation, leaning back and relaxing into my car seat and closing my eyes until the soft vibrations of the car lulls me to sleep