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My mother keeps her old red sunglasses; she does not treasure anything but this. It was in 1985 when my father bought them as a gift, he was looking for something different and chic, they saw them and that was it, the unique shape and combination of red tones made my mom look so chic and young . It was summer on the beach, Cancun was splendid, the sunset was about to come when she took off her sunglasses and placed them on the sand. A tragedy was about to happen, suddenly a small fat kid passed next to my mom running like a wild cat, he was so close that he almost stepped on her, my parents just laughed of the crazy kid. It was time to go dinner and take my brother to sleep so my mother took her purse and looked down searching for her sunglasses, her expression said it all, the sunglasses were there lying broken in the sand. My mom was so sad that she did not pick up the pieces she just stood up and decided to go somewhere else. the trip was over, we were back home. So one day my father came back from work as any other day, nothing different, nothing to tell to my mother. Suddenly he gave a box to mi mother “open it” he said, inside there were a Bonjour red sunglasses, my mother was really amazed, my father managed to fix her own same red glasses. Since I remember my mom likes to wear this Bonjour red sunglass, she does not care about the occasion, wherever she is whatever she likes to wear them. For some reason they are like a lucky charm, those sunglasses have been everywhere. Time passed, things changed but not the sunglasses. I have seen those too much that I start to feel that I like them. I even wore them twice. Maybe its not an object of great value, great significance of mysticism but definitely its something that has prevailed through the years next to my mothers’ dreams. Someday I will show them to my kids, maybe they will thought its an ancient ugly thing, but Whenever I go home I know they will be there, now more likely like a treasure to keep.