Yesterday, I was at my special friend's house to visit for a while when she asked my mom's permission to give me a bracelet. My mom said she should give it to her daughter. But my special friend said that it wasn't a hand-down-from-generation-to-generation kind of thing and that she wanted to give it to me. She said it had been given to her when she was sixteen and was working at a hospital. She told me the story of the bracelet like this,
"When I worked at the hospital, I worked with an older woman who didn't ever have any children. One day she came to me and told me, 'I think you are very special, and since I don't have any children, I want to give this to you.' As she said this she gave me this bracelet."
My special friend showed me a bracelet that had three red gemstones in a line on a gold chain.
She said, "Like that older woman who said I was special and gave me this bracelet, I want to tell you that you are special, and I want to give you the bracelet that the older woman gave me."
I was so touched. She could have given the bracelet to her daughter, but she gave it to me. She said she didn't know if it was real, and I didn't care if was or not.
It was a very special gift from a very special friend. That is all I care.
From My Attic,
Eva
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