I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. A cold, lifeless reminder of the family I never had — that’s all it is, and all it should be. Yet somehow, it’s so much more.
The humble little necklace with its lone jewel embedded at the bottom is all I have to remind me of my roots. It was my first and only significant present, having been given to me by my dying mother, desperate to give her newborn child something special before she passed from this world. My apathetic father took no notice of the trinket as he passed me along into foster care. I have no memoire of him, nor do I want one.
As soon as I was released from the hospital after my birth and entrusted to foster families, my life became an unstable enigma of atmospheres — some kind, caring; some indifferent and even negligible. I have traveled the nation in a search for a family who will accept me permanently. So far, however, my pursuit has been in vain.
My mother’s necklace is the one possession I have had my entire life. It is the only part of my life that has not changed, or left, or been torn from me altogether. Its weak, thin loops are frail in themselves, but when chained together they form a sturdy support for the jewel they bear. I like to imagine my life in an analogy to that necklace. My life has been segregated into uneven portions, due to my constant change of scenery, yet all of the segments add up to create something strong, resilient, and hopefully impregnable — my past. That in itself offers a secure mainstay for me, so that I can grow and prosper.
Sometimes, the weaker links of the chain of my past give out, sending my life into tumult. Whether it’s a psychological issue like childhood neglect stepping forward to bruise my present world, or something more extraneous like mundane temptations, somehow my past always finds a way to haunt me. I simply repair the chain and keep living.
Perhaps someday I will become as vibrant and lively as my necklace’s jewel. Until that day comes, however, I’ll dangle endlessly from the bottom of a chain of fragile bands.
You guys, I don't even know what this is… *dies* Gosh, this is just some weird inspiration thing I got while staring boredly at my laptop screen. I'm a failure at writing X.X
On a happier note, it seems I've finally recovered from my horrible case of writers' block. Which means more stories.
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