The bracelet was an antique, a family heirloom of sorts. To Amelia it was a reminder of her grandmother, how she loved her, hugged her and taught her how to bake. There was no other in this world she would treasure so well nor wear every day.
He wore a bracelet all of his days because it was the one she gave him when they were teens; some first loves do last.
The bracelet gave life to her movements, a simple gesture while speaking and it sprang into a dance of its own.
The bracelet was a simple woven cloth, yet it was the colours of home and carried the memories of family - and so I loved it more than any gold or silver.
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