First, a few months ago, one of the diamond earrings my mom bought me with money left to her by my grandma, fell out during the day. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
Incredibly saddened by this, I bought a fake pair, cubic zirconia, and tried to replace the lost diamond with one of them. I felt like they didn't match, so I put the real one away and just wore the fake ones. A few weeks ago, the backing fell off one of them so I put it in my wallet until I could get home and replace the backing. Got home, wallet had a hole. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
When I bought the CZ replacement pair, it was in a set of three, multiple sizes. So, despite the fact I thought they looked a little too big, I put on the bigger ones. Same day, one fell out. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
I went through three or four iterations of this, and finally over the weekend, I decided to pull out the only "real" earrings I have left. I got engaged the spring semester of my senior year in college, and my mom bought me a pair of earrings for graduation with the idea I could wear them to my wedding, and I did. They were pearl stud earrings, each had a small diamond kissing it.
This morning I woke up, sat up and touched my ear. Something didn't feel right. The bulbous pearl wasn't there. I pulled the backing off and took the earring out of my ear. The pearl was missing. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
There is no moral here. No lesson to be learned from my story. Just an ache in my heart. The two pairs of earrings, gifted to me by mom, with the most sentimental value, are lost. Gone. Nowhere to be found.
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