Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Around My Wrist

When I was one years old my mother gave me gold earrings, old bracelets, and a gold necklace on my first birthday. She said it was a tradition and so she would show me baby pictures of myself and pointed out the gold bracelets I had worn. Eventually I got older and I lost it somewhere. When I was four years old my mother gave me a beautiful green marble bracelet to match with hers. I was so happy to match with my mother because her mother gave her the one she wore when she was little as well. It was heavy around my wrists and I couldn’t even lift up my arms, but it was worth it.  Eventually as I got older, I found myself losing that bracelet that I cherish. When I was eight years old I had a best friend that was not my twin sister. We would sit next to each other in class, eat with each other during lunch, and during recess always together under a big tree looking at the sun. One day we decided we were going to be best friends forever and got each other friendship bracelets. The bracelet meant the world to me. Eventually as I got older, I found myself moving to a different school, a different city, and a different state.  When I was 12 years old, a close family friend of my father decided to move over to work for my parents. I would never imagine being god-sisters with his daughter in a million years. Now three years later she became the best of friends with my sisters and me. We took dance class with each other, we took piano class, told each other about our dreams and our goals in life, and cheer each other up when one of us is down. Then one day we all decided to get matching bracelets, which I have worn throughout middle school. Eventually I got older and I realize friendship does not always last. When I was 14 years old I finally had a boyfriend. The relationship was a distance-relationship. And how did I met him? Well, he was a childhood friend of mine that I grew up with. After I move we began to talk and I guess it was more than friends. I did not know if I could even make a boy like me neither the less having a boyfriend. That time we were together for eight months already and I decided to go back to visit my relatives and him. He gave me a present when we finally met, it was a couple’s bracelets. I wore that around my wrists ever since that day. Eventually I got older and was going into high school. I decided to focus on education and looking at my path in life and his I knew it was not going to work out in the future, so I decided to let him go. When I was 16 years old, I remember one of the most beautiful and cherish moment in my life was receiving confirmation. I remember the only gift I got when I received confirmation was from my mother. What she got me was what I ever wanted, a rosary from Vietnam. Ever since that day I wore it religiously and never took it off of my wrists, it was always there. As I’m 17 now, I wonder what could my next bracelet means to me? 

4 comments:

  1. Hey Cindy! This is such a cool and exciting story! I love jewelry as well so i can really connect with you on this one! I have a ring i got when i was 16 and wear it every single day as well. Its cool that you have had so many bracelets. Awesome story!

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  2. Thanks for your share! I can relate to the tradition you have, for all of the people in my family on there 16th birthday they get there real 1st piece of jewelry. I like how you mentioned your mom pointing out the jewelry in your pictures I think that is cute. :)

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  3. Wow that is so cool how every bracelet has had a different meaning. I don't wear bracelets, but my sisters do. Now this makes me think of them and what those bracelets mean to them. I really like the story of you and your boyfriend. That's a very personal story and experience, and that was really cool read about!

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  4. There's something about jewelry that can be so sentimental and so representative of our bonds with others. I like what you said about your friendship with your "god-sister" kind of taking you by surprise and being something you really came to rely on and enjoy. And what a beautiful tradition you share with your mom and her passing down pieces to you. I can just see you as a little girl with the heavy green bracelet on your tiny wrist! Thanks for sharing these memories, Cindy.

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