|(Hanging on my mirror, so I never forger)|
I want to tell you some things, and I hope you will listen. About a year ago my Great Aunt and I were going through her old jewellery, picking out what she considered 'rubbish', and telling stories about the sentimental pieces she couldn't part with. She pulled out a necklace with a big metal circle in the middle, and told me that it was broken, directing it to the 'rubbish' pile. I looked at it and asked her if she had the missing part (a pale yellow stone that went in the middle of the circle) and said she did. So I took the necklace and the stone, and told her that it was easy to fix and that I would do it for her. For a year it sat on my table in my room, and the other day I happened to look at it and thought 'next week I'll fix it and take her out to coffee.' Today she passed away, and now I'm left with a broken necklace.