In our family, we don't really have something that we pass on from generation to generation. My mom was the one who wanted to start that tradition for the girls in our family so she bought this ring right after I was born.
I remember when I was just a kid, my mom kept on telling me that when I turn 18 she'll give it to me and that I would do the same for my daughter and to may daughter's daughter and so on.
Up to this moment, I remember vividly how I would get excited to finally wear that ring. I was still 6 years old and I can't wait to turn 18 during those times. For me, that ring was the most beautiful ring I've ever seen in my life. It was a gold ring with a Rubi stone on it. It's not like any other typical ring since its shape is different. It has curves on it and I find that so feminine and sexy.
True enough, the night after my debut, my mom gave me the ring. I can't describe the feeling when I was finally able to wear it. It's felt so surreal. I stared at it for almost an hour and I would run around the house showing everybody my ring.
I slept with that ring on that night. I would wear it wherever I go. I wouldn't take it off my finger and I would show it to everybody. I was like a kid.
But you know what the sad part is? I lost that ring.
I know, I know. How stupid of me right? I was in Tagaytay with my family during the time that I lose it. I went to the washroom and I washed my hands so I took the ring off and placed in beside the sink. I forgot to put it back on and I was already near our table when I remembered that I wasn't wearing it so I hurried back to the washroom and it was already gone.
I cried for hours that night. I can't believe I lost it. If only it can find it's way back to me.