This tiny item came from my Great Grandfather's 90-something birthday cake. This birthday was celebrated at a family cottage when I was still in elementary school. The cake was garden themed and I ended up with a tiny radish plot. This radish has moved with me eight times and it's about to be packed up once again. I always think about losing it, which is why, I suppose, it's never been lost. Believe it or not, I'm not overly attached to this mini thing. Perhaps that's because it's just always been around. I don't really remember a time without it.
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