Fairy lights danced in the wind as the lyrics of songs echoed in the air. She smiles as she peaks through a crack in her window shades, watching as the guests flocked through the metal doors to her grandmother’s garden which has been transformed into the grandest of festivities.
She turned and her eyes fixed on the box that lay atop it. She opened it and her eyes gazed upon the most valuable treasures laid within.
Her great grandmother’s gold.
As a child, she always dreamed that she would wear one day after her own mother was robbed of the opportunity due to the damage inflicted by it in a fire.
But she couldn’t accept that for herself, for she restored it, bringing color to an already precious piece It was always her dream to wear it.