For as long as I can remember, I heard my grandma say on countless occasions “when I die, you’re getting my diamond brooch.”
For a seven year old, that sounds like a million miles away. Grandma? Dying? Never.
And now I hold in my hands what she so wanted me to have. And my “thanks, grandma” was met by a “you’re welcome, darling.”
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