My ring

For 13 years I admired this ring sitting pretty in my mom’s jewelry dish. I waited for the day that it would be mine. The ring is known for being old, gold, and blue. My mother was gifted this ring on her 16th birthday by her father, my grandpa. It was a common accessory when I would play dress up as a child, but never quite fit. Eventually, as my little hands grew, dressing up became every day and I never took it off. My mom noticed me wearing her ring when I was 14, two years before it was supposed to be mine. On my 16th Birthday, it officially became mine even though I hadn’t taken it off for over two years. The last time my grandpa came to visit I was told the story of this ring I love so much. If you know my grandpa, you would know he is a funny man. He decided to tell me he got this beautiful piece of jewelry out of a game at the mall and it came in a plastic ball. He claimed he had waited until the last minute to find her a present so he got it in a rush. In reality, he had taken time to carefully pick it out long before her birthday. Eventually, my ring will be given to my daughter. I wonder if she will find it before it is time, like me.

-Bug