My most precious possession

I have a very beatiful set of plastic-made statues of Freud's six children (50cm tall each). It was a gift, for my 23rd birthday, from one of my cousins who is a very gifted amateur sculpturer (he is only 17). He din't really know what that group of people looked like, so he shaped them according to what corporal images the children's names evoked to him. In fact the red and white statue named 'Anna F.' ended up looking like the real Sophie, Anna's sister, and that's the only similarity one could find between the real brothers and their plastic representations, except of course, the fact that there are "six names and six things named by them", as my cousin put it in the birthday card. Indeed they are almost amorphous masses (faces are pretty well structured though) with names as designations, and these names, in their arbitrariness, represent the pure intention of the given gift, which is supposed to be the most important part of giving. That's what he explained to me, I think -and something about taking this common sense content to an extreme. I just like the shapes/colors of it.

And that's my most precious possession, if I'm forced to pick one.