I’m a tiny object thats never been lost, I sparkle still after all these years, over 70 of them to be more exact. Ive changed hands many times, each one different and with another story to tell and these stories became mine. My father sold me for a large sum of money to a man madly in love just back from war. I didn’t mind, when he passed me on to his future wife, It made me feel a part of something special and I was. Because of me 9 children were born although I only got to watch 7 grow up. I was there for each babies first step, word, day of school. I’ve traveled with my family to many countries and seen so much happiness. There are many others like me, but I’m the favorite. My mother often gets board of my siblings and puts them away to hibernate, leaves them for years and sometimes even forgets about them, she doesn’t cry when they break or get lost. This I know, isn’t how it works for humans, but me, she loves me the best, and this in a way, makes me feel like a have a humanity. Once, I broke my left diamond and I was rushed to the jewelers the very next morning to have my operation, I was back at home within a few days shinning more than ever.
However nothing lasts forever, I had more than 60 long happy years, some moments happier than others, but often its the sad parts that make you appreciate what you have the most. Until, one day, my mother and fathers world started to crash around them, one after the other woman I should have been passed onto in the future diapered, my family started leaving me for a new life, apparently somewhere better. I still don’t understand, to this day, all I know is my mother and father were devastated and no amount of shine or sparkle could make that go away, it was her granddaughter first and then her own daughter, i hate to say it but, her only real daughter. I was no replacement for her. It made me scared, where would I go when all of family were off to this white light in the sky? I cannot die, maybe if I was melted down?
I sat in a box with my siblings for a month when it finally happened, I cried every day for some human companionship but each day I grew less and less hopeful, the others told me ghost stories of dust and rusting away, eventually my sadness grew into fear. Then one day, a saw a crack of light, and I thought this is what they’ve been talking about, a new life is coming for me! I was right, 3 young girls came and took each and every one of us out, I was happy for the others to get some attention but in all honestly, I was trying my best that day to be a beautiful as possible and it worked, one of the girls recognized me, but I didn’t fit on her finger. After an hour or so the next girl tried me on, another misfit, then finally, the youngest picked me up and placed me on her right hand, it was a match. Since that day, I’ve lived my life to the full, experienced new things that I never thought possible and when I’m waiting for her to get out of the shower or finish swimming, I sit in my own box looking out over her room and I can’t wait to continue my life with her.