I found a bracelet on the floor while I was waiting for my brother to hand my phone to my mom. I assume it's hers as she tends to loose jewelry quite often, bands or jewels always hanging just a tad to loose off of her skin. I picked it up and put it on but only to remind myself to hand it back to her. I can imagine the conversation now;
"I found this bracelet on the bathroom floor. I think it's yours." I say, displaying the bracelet that adorns my wrist.
"Yeah, I know kept meaning to pick it up. It's pretty, isn't it? You can have it if you want!" My Eve exclaims, making no move to take the accessory only admiring.
"No, it's yours! I was just wearing it so I could give it back to you!" I try though I know it's a useless fight. Ever selfless this mother of mine.
"No, no it's fine! It looks nice on you! Shiny. I have more anyway you can have it!" She says, with an air of casualness and truth that I can't help but question it.
I think she remembers me telling her I wanted more jewelry. She does. Of course she does. She remembers it just as clearly as she remembers my eyes lighting up when I would look at the faux crystal bracelets at Claire's, how I would pick them up and try to stretch my arms up as high as they would go to reach the cashier counter. She always bought them. She bought them for me. I never asked and she never complained.
I fear my mother would give up her ribs if it meant she could hold on to my heart.
And I'm afraid I'd let her if it meant she'd forever be willing.
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