Gramps had given it to him. This old felt hat. It wasn't anything special to Gramps, just a hat he kept in the boot of his car, just in case.
But to Mikey it became special.
It smelt of Gramps; of sea breezes and oily cars.
When the black ribbon came loose, Mikey wasn't worried. But he cried the day the hat blew off his head and the ribbon took to the skies. He wouldn't let his mother replace it though. No ribbon was good enough.
When the rim tore after the dog stole it, Mikey wouldn't talk to his beloved pet for a whole week. The dog never took the hat again. Mikey found the stapler and made the repairs himself.
He kept wearing it.
His father asked him what will he do when it finally becomes unwearable. Mikey considered this. He will just ask Gramps to make him another one. And if Gramps can't do it. He;ll ask God.
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