The Ring
Dad knew I had done it.
Sister knew I had done it.
Cousins knew I had done it.
Everybody knew I done it, there was just one person that didn’t, and that person was my mom.
One of the most special thing for my mom is her weeding ring, she will NEVER, literally, NEVER take it off but this time she had to since we were going to make a cake. I remember where she left it – in top of the living room table hanging on the little naked guy statue hands – I only wanted to put it on to know, to feel why was it so special!
I got the ring and put it on my finger, started walking like if I was a supermodel with the ring on, but that’s when it happened the ring fell on the wooden floor and rolled, rolled, nonstopping.
I don’t know if it was because I was shocked but I didn’t move… well I couldn’t move actually, it felt like a blackout.
The ring went through my open door and just like magic it was gone… I could find it, I looked for it for hours.
I went nervously and told my dad what happened, he told my sister, she told my cousins, they told my aunts, my aunts told my uncles, my uncles told my grandma, my grandma told my grandpa, my grandpa told my mom… My mom came running like crazy! She told me that if I didn’t know what that ring meant to me (obviously I did, but she always say random stuff when shes mad.) After all the screaming in the hallway was over, I lift up my feet and there it was. The ring.
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