family heirloom …
One morning when I visited my mother, she timidly set me aside and whispered that she wanted to talk to me about something. In my parents’ room, she handed me a beautifully crafted ring which I have known to be hers since I was a little girl. I was so surprised I didn’t know how to react to such graciousness. All she said was she wanted me to have it, something that will remind me of her. Tears almost unabashedly fell but i held them in check because my emotions were rambling inside me … tides of joy and fear clashed like my heart was being strangled. All I could do was hug my mom, said a soft thank you and just hugged her some more.
As I write, I remember that exact moment … an experience beyond the heirloom of a ring, but a memory of love between my mother and me.
being part of the family … my initial take on Sonel’s b&w photo challenge