Usually when there is mention of a ring, there is some sort of happiness associated with it. Some sort of joy that accompanies it, but no! Not in my case! Let me break it down to you...
In June, of the year 2003, I graduated high school. I didn't have much money then because I was basically supporting myself on a job that I had just gotten to finance my first car. Gas, maintenance, insurance etc... Long story short I only had enough money for the cap and gown needed for graduation. I didn't see a class ring or even a yearbook till the next summer. I was torn but I got the last copy of the yearbook and my mother gave me money, a portion that her mother, my grandmother, left when she died, to purchase my high school ring. I whined and whined because I didn't have one, so she gave me the money to purchase one. YaY!!!
In June, of the year 2003, I graduated high school. I didn't have much money then because I was basically supporting myself on a job that I had just gotten to finance my first car. Gas, maintenance, insurance etc... Long story short I only had enough money for the cap and gown needed for graduation. I didn't see a class ring or even a yearbook till the next summer. I was torn but I got the last copy of the yearbook and my mother gave me money, a portion that her mother, my grandmother, left when she died, to purchase my high school ring. I whined and whined because I didn't have one, so she gave me the money to purchase one. YaY!!!
:: Fast Forward::
On this past Sunday, I was getting ready for church and got in the shower. I left my ring in the shower and didn't put it back on because my finger was irritated and I wanted my finger to get some air. Moving on, I come home from a nice day at church (blessing in itself) and to my surprise, my ring is not in the shower. I'm like OK someone moved it. My cousin and aunt were at my house while my father and I were at church. That makes two possibilities. It was really three possibilities because my father used the restroom before I had a chance to get the ring out of the shower. It is officially missing... My ring that cost my mother $500 is missing! In my own house with my own family! I don't understand!
Part of me wants to say HELL NO. Part of me wants to leave it alone.
ALL OF ME WANTS MY RING TO COME HOME!!!
I've called the police and went as far as i could go with that avenue. I told my brother and sister in an effort to calm down and it worked. They told me something, this ring will be the division of this family. I was like huh? He said that He knows how I am and explained that I'm not too far off from him and how he behaves. I agreed lol. He said that there will be ill feelings toward one another, mistrust, and even hatred can come from this. "The family that mom fought so very hard to keep together will fall apart because of something she bought!" I gasped and the only thing I could say is WoW!
