I was over visiting a friend and fellow blogger Fiction is Food when I came across #Blog Battle. It looked interesting and since I am all about exploring I thought why not! If you want to enter you have until the end of the month. So check out the site.
Here I go……
It was so small. Smaller than she remembered it as a child. But wasn’t everything? Her grandmother’s moon brooch with the missing stones. Rita couldn’t remember a time when the brooch had all five stones racing up the moon.
What she did remember was her mother passing it to her with great care. It was something special as it had been her grandmother’s brooch. Rita had carefully held the brooch in the palm of her hand until her mother pinned it on her. She wasn’t allowed to leave the house with the brooch on, but for those afternoons when she wore it she felt special and privileged.
Then you grow up and those things are no longer special. As a teenager Rita’s thoughts were why hold onto a brooch with missing stones? Why hadn’t her mother had them replaced? Rita couldn’t be bothered with a piece of old jewelry. Especially something she considered broken.
Rita wasn’t sure if the stones were diamonds or glass. It didn’t matter. It never mattered. Those childhood memories were what mattered. Sticking her chest out to better see the brooch. Feeling very important and no longer a baby because she was now allowed to wear it. Rita didn’t remember ever questioning the missing stones as a child. It just wasn’t important then. It was her grandmother’s brooch.
Rita slowly put the brooch on her t-shirt and smiled. Not the best look. She closed her eyes and pictured her childhood self gently touching the brooch and her mother’s smile as she pinned it on.
At that moment she knew she wouldn’t be replacing the stones. It didn’t matter if the three smallest ones were diamonds or glass. It was the memories of the brooch and her memories didn’t include five stones racing up the moon. It was perfect just the way it was.
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