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My aunt’s ring

My grandmother’s sister always wore his favorite ring everywhere we went. There was nothing special about the ring, just a vintage gold ring with 5 diamonds, the middle one bigger than the others. However for her it was her most beautiful jewel, she was always talking about it, how she got it from her mom. She used to joke about how she got it because she was surely the favorite out of her 2 sisters; she joked about how she was the smallest of 4 kids and how she took advantage of that. She was great, we all loved her and wanted her ring because of how much she brag about it, she made it pretty attractive. Time passed by, vintage turned to old, age got her and so to the ring. Diamonds got lost just like the memories, one by one. As time passed by, the memories on this special ring were different each time, at first she continued with the original version of the ring, being from her mom handed to her. Suddenly, the story began to change, on a family dinner we were told her husband gave the ring to her on one special night; they were celebrating their anniversary. Other I remember she secretly told me the ring was given to her by a lover when she was young, that this was never to be told. Another dinner came by, the big deal of the night: her new ring. And so it went, sometimes it was new, others a relic from brought by war, others from her foreign relatives. Once, a night at Christmas time, I was told the ring was a present from president Fox, this was the craziest. However, whatever the story was, it was always great and fabulous, because that was just her, always lighting the room. All these I remember from when I was younger, later I got back to town and although she had changed, time had got in her way, both physically and mentally. She didn’t remember quite right who I was, but I saw she was still wearing her all-time favorite ring. She would get up in the morning and first thing to do was put the ring in the ring finger of her left hand. Maybe as routine, maybe because of the memories it brought to her, but there’s no doubt it meant a lot to her. Nowadays my mother’s sister got it, she was her favorite so she got to keep it. Even though she doesn’t wear it, this old and no diamonds left ring, is very special for all our family. Whenever we remember her, all her love and all the crazy stories about this ring are brought up.