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When I was a kid, I remember that my mom always wore a watch, she couldn’t live a day without it, she was always touching it and had this anxiety of moving it when she was nervous. It was beautiful and perfect, at least I thought that, because watches sometimes look a little big on your wrist, but this one was a vintage, gold, shiny watch, with the numbers in a reasonable size, it was kind of tiny, but the perfect size for my mother’s wrist. I liked it very much, mostly because it wasn’t noisy, most of the watches I couldn’t stand them. I was always asking my mother when I could have a beautiful watch like that, I didn’t want my Minnie Mouse Watch, I wanted hers, but she always used to say “It’s a very valuable watch, when you are older you’ll get one”. So I just got over it, my mother wouldn’t let me wear her watch. But one day I asked her about it, I was curious to know the amazing story about this watch, why it was so important? And how my mother was so attached to it that she always had to wear it. My mother told me that my grandfather had gave it to her, on her eighteen birthday, meaning that something that valuable and expensive, could be on my mother hand as long as she had enough responsibility to take care of it. It lasted for about 20 years or so. With the time the watch stopped working and my mother didn’t wear it anymore. I forgot about it, when it used to be always there. About a year ago, I was looking through my mother jewelry and there was the watch, I was surprise to see it, because it’s that kind of stuff that you didn’t remember until you see it again, it brought me this memories about the good times of my childhood.  I asked my mom if there was any way that it could work again. She said that it was so rare that they didn’t sell the kind of batteries it needed. Recently, my mom got home happy and showed me the watch, it was ticking and working again. I was excited too, because I am bigger now and maybe now she would let me wear it. My mother’s wrist is not that tiny anymore and her watch doesn’t fit her, so she let me use it sometimes. But only sometimes, because it’s hers and it’s special. I think she is a little selfish about it, but it’s okay I get it, is about her home and how it reminds her about it. About Panama and the humid days, and her family to far away from here.