Ah it’s been such a long time since I last saw it. It was the pendent of my childhood days- I used to grab it while she carried me in her arms.
It was a symbol of familiarity that reminded me of her. Like how we as kids remember the smell of our mothers and the touch of her dress against our skin.
It was the pendent Dad had designed for her and had it made just for her. The one and only pendent designed with her initials by my dad. He must’ve been quite the Casanova.
Only now did I realise that she’s kept it in away for so many years. For reasons I never ask and forget to ask- she’s taken it out from the safe.
So self absorbed I’ve been. Never noticing these things. And yet they know and still remember what makes me tick. Stay safe when you travel don’t drink too much. Get more sleep. You want a beer ?
How will we as children ever pay back what our parents have done for us.
