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I see her now as she has been always the same. It’s like, for me, she has never changed at all. And that is why, when I remember my 4 or 5 years, it comes to me the image of her hands, hands that have been always soft and clean, and hands that, at that time, were always wearing a ring. This ring was neither a engagement ring nor a wedding ring; it was that, just a ring, and it was not purchased even for an special occasion. When I was a really little girl, what caught my attention about this ring was its only peculiarity, a silver figure in the front, a letter, a M. At that time, I had no idea about letters, and I remember I asked her what was that strange figure in her ring. I still remember that she smiled to me, and then she explained me: that was a letter, the M of her initials, and the M of “mom”. It is hard for me not to remind her hands when she went to work; the first thing she used to do was to put the ring on her finger. The weird thing was when she was not using it, or when I found it forgotten in someplace, without any trace of have been used by her. That only happened when something really strange, unexpected or special happened, when there was some emergencyor when she was late for work. I also remember while she was cooking for us, and the ring traveling as a passenger in her fast, skilled hands is the first thing thtat comes to my memory, small, discreet and brilliant. And when I recall that she used to help me with my homeworks, the M-ring is always there, going through my notebooks, pointing words, drawings and numbers. The ring was also present in her gestures, in her hugs and petting, and of course, jumping up and down while she was typing in front of her computer. Nowadays, the ring is no longer used by her. Sometimes, it looks just like it has been removed from the earth, since it is not in her hands anymore. Despite nobody seems to care about it, when I see the ring in the jeweler, I can recall a number of situations in wich it was a silent witness of my mom, her care, her dedication and her love for the things she does, and for her family. A few days ago, and because I thought she did not remember the ring anymore, I asked her about it. My mom took the ring out of the jeweler and saw it. Then, she smiled.