The Wedding Ring

01st May, 2015. 3:28pm

Writing 101, Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

Today’s Prompt: Tell us the story of your most-prized possession. For this final assignment, lead us through the history of an object that bears a special meaning to you.
Today’s twist: We extolled the virtues of brevity back on day five, but now, let’s jump to the other side of the spectrum and turn to longform writing. Let’s celebrate the drawn-out, slowly cooked, wide-shot narrative.

**I can keep rambling about this thing to make it longer, but I figured it would be an utter waste of my time and yours so I decided to settle for 750 (excluding this part, the headlines above, and signature below) … or at least until I have nothing more to say.

Mom wedding ringI’ve thought long and hard about which “prized-possession” to consider for this one. Obviously, I love my books, and I definitely think they’re one of the things I owned that I truly treasure. But is it worth writing about especially since the twist is to do it in a longform writing? Maybe. But perhaps not. So I thought some more, listened to some music and finally settling on the one thing I never thought actually IS a prized-possession that was passed on to me a couple of years ago—my Mom’s wedding ring.

The History:

This actually wasn’t my Mom’s original wedding band. The original wedding ring got stolen when she was on her way home with my brother when he was still young. The tricycle driver suddenly stopped on an empty road and robbed them while they were on their way home and stole the wedding ring off her. After I-don’t-know-how-long, my Dad replaced the one my Mom lost with a new one. It’s sad to find out that her wedding ring was now in the hands of other people, probably in a pawn shop or perhaps someone melted it already, I don’t know, but this new “wedding ring” looks better than the former.

The truth was, I didn’t know it was her wedding ring until I got older. I don’t know why I didn’t know about that; maybe I was too caught up with my own drama growing up that I didn’t pay attention to these little things. But as far as I can remember, I only come to know about it and its history after my Mom passed away in 2003. Sure, I have seen it on her finger since I can remember, but I didn’t bother asking what it was or if it was even important. I didn’t even ask for something of her jewelry when she passed away because I know that she locks her jewelries in a vault.

Passing Down Heirlooms

Mommy’s new wedding ring is a gold band with two hearts connected into each other, with a precious stone in the middle. *Don’t ask me which stone, because I have no idea! Of all my Mom’s jewelries, this is definitely my favorite. When my sister got married, she passed this on to me because according to her, “I’m the youngest and the last single girl in the family;” it’s just right that I have it now, especially since she already has a wedding band of her own. And I like wearing Mommy’s wedding ring whenever I can. It’s like having a piece of her with me every time I wear her wedding ring.

One day, while me and siblings were talking, *I think we were out having dinner after spending a full-day shopping my sister told my nephew that someday, when he gets married, he should have it and give it to his future bride when he proposed to her. I don’t have anything against that thought; I think it’s sweet. However, shouldn’t my niece—his older sister—have it first? I know it doesn’t necessarily have to be that way, but I just think it’s more appropriate if she can have it before my nephew does.

I don’t know how long I will wear this prized-possession. Maybe ’til I get my own wedding ring, but until then, I will make sure to take care of my Mom’s most important jewelry that she has ever got.

Sisterly Pack

Aside from my Mom’s wedding ring, another prized-possession that I consider is my pink crown ring. It’s plastic, alright, but it’s something that me and my sister (and our sister-in-law) all have in common.

I bought this plastic crown ring during a bazaar in the mall at about $0.22. When I saw it, I knew we have to have it. We were also lucky because our favorite colors were all available—pink for me, red for my sister, purple for my sister-in-law. I bought it because of its design—a crown—and also because it represents us perfectly—Queen and Jack. I wear this pink plastic crown ring all the time, along with my Mom’s wedding ring whenever I can because it perfectly represents family and home. **My sister does, too, but not as often as I do.

Most people will definitely have better family heirlooms to keep and share but I’m already contented with what I got. Even if it’s plastic or a hand-me-down, I don’t care. Wearing these two makes me feel closer to home; what we used to be and should be; I feel safe.




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