Follow-up to the "Little Give."

To the person who left a message about my post on the "Little Give," -"Thank you, you made my day."

When I was three we lived in a city that was bombed nightly. One night a group of refugees was housed in the hallway of our hotel. Children were crying when the bombs hit around us. Eventually everybody settled down except for one little girl. She kept on crying. My mother took my stuffed rabbit and gave it to the little girl. She instantly fell asleep, holding the stuffed animal tightly in her arms. In the morning the refugees were moved before my mother could retrieve my rabbit. It was my turn to cry, until my mother made me something else to hold.

My mother told me about this when I was in my forties, sewing rabbits and giving them away to homeless children. I had asked her if she knew what makes me want to make these things for children in need. She told me about the war and how a teddy bear or doll, something to hold onto in the dark, helped ease the fear.

"You probably remember," she said, "deep down in your subconscious, how it feels to be alone."