He reminisced a bit about how when he was a child food just didn't taste right if he couldn't find that fork to eat with, and asked me to make a layout about the fork. So I photographed it and here's what I came up with. 
The journaling says: I don't know where the fork came from, but it was the only one of its kind in Mom's silverware drawer. It appealed to me because of the ornate design on the handle and it became my "security fork". As long as I had that fork at meal time all was right in my world.
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