I have always been grateful to receive everything; I grew up that way. My grandmother’s charm bracelet was one of my most treasured gifts. My grandmother passed away when I was just five years old. Since then, her bracelet has been an heirloom. My grandfather kept it at first, but my dad promised it to me, and my grandfather gave it to my mom. My mom then gave it to me for my 11th birthday. I loved it because it made me feel safe.
Charm bracelets came in different colours, and each one had silver crosses that sparkled in the sunlight. It was also my grandmother’s charm bracelet and gave me luck. Since I started wearing it, I have performed better at school and achieved goals I never imagined possible. After I realised this, I started wearing my bracelet every day. My mom told me that it was my grandmother watching over me. She told me this, and I felt closer to my grandmother, even though she wasn’t with us anymore. I knew she was concerned about me and looked out for me.
The charm bracelet was quite old, so it would break from time to time, but not beyond repair. One example: I accidentally hit my hand against the wall, and it split into three pieces. It was terrifying to think that my dad wouldn’t be able to fix it. But he did.
The bracelet is no longer with me. After school, I played with friends at football practice, and I noticed that the bracelet was missing from my wrist. Because I was familiar with the delicate bracelet’s fragility, I panicked. It was gone. It was skinny, and I thought I had lost it on the grass field at school. My mind was racing with questions, including, “Does this mean that I won’t be able to do well at school?”
My mom laughed and then said, “It's OK. Perhaps someone needs the luck more than you do.” I felt worse because I couldn’t bear to think of someone else having my bracelet. My dad helped me to feel better as I was beginning to cry. He explained that the bracelet had luck and that my grandmother had always looked over me.
