My Quilt

I have had this specific quilt since before I was born, technically. My grandma and her friends all combined efforts to paint it for me. I have been sleeping with it every night, even when I go to camp. It has been wearing out slowly and even had to get a new back a few years ago. But tonight, something on my laptop caught onto it and put a huge rip in it. Now I had been planning on bringing it home at Christmas and leaving it there so I can save it for when I am older and have kids of my own so for some reason this one larger rip just put me off edge. I told my mom, "I don't think I have cried this hard since my first night here." I am so attached to this quilt I can't bear to see it fade to nothing. It's also a very strong connection to home that I feel like I have already been losing but this just makes it worse. I know it will be okay and I'm going to ask my host mom tomorrow if she will be able to mend it so it can last until I find a replacement quilt here in Spain, but I don't know how much more it can be repaired.