My own mom passed away when I was seven. I could kind of recognize her image, nor do I have any remembrance of the period we spent with each other but one thing is definite I will always honor her in my heart thanks to the charm bracelets that she left me and my sister the week she got ill and passed away at the hospital. These charm bracelets have taken my sister and I with some sad times. We’ve moved from three neighborhoods and have had a fresh start like no tomorrow but took it all realizing that we had our mother by our side was what made it bearable. We never thought we were helpless because of silver charm bracelets.

Feels not so long ago when I hit another girl in the stomach during my grammar school days because she tried to steal my charm bracelet. Her yucky name eludes me. She was the token class bully and I was the new girl, from Georgia on one of our new beginning moves. She spotted my bracelet and smirked where I got it from. When I told her it was from my mother she laughed and said that the only reason she asked was because it seemed so fake.

I wondered if the day couldn’t get any tougher but when lunch period came she tried the most evil thing. She tried to sever the bracelet from my wrist. She said she was grossed out the look of my charm bracelet so I had to get rid of it, which was right when I decided that I got mad and whammed her in the nose, twice. Better late than never but after several parent teacher conferences my dad rose to my side and defended me of my behavior. I know it’s not right to hurt other human beings but losing my girls charm bracelets appeared to be something that I could for no reason live without.

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