Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

Earlier in the course, you wrote about losing something. Today, write about finding something. For your twist, view day four’s post and today’s post as installments in a series.

(If you are interested, part one is here: Writing 101, Day Four :The Serial Killer)

Mom's Jade Ring

Mom’s Jade Ring

A Jade Ring

I am not a jewelry person. I seldom buy any, but I’ve inherited some from my mother and my sister Karin. Rings bracelets… are scattered around the house. Whenever one of them gets my attention, I would wear that piece for a couple of days. Yesterday I happened to see a jewelry box in my closet. Opening it, I saw Mom’s jade ring.

* * *

When Mom told me she had a Taiwan Jade Ring, I mindlessly responded, “Oh, really?”

“I’ll show you,” Mom said and disappeared in her walk-in closet. Few minutes later, she came back with a ring.

I took a peek at it. “It’s nice,” I said, trying not show any excitement.

Mom had many ugly rings: one pearl ring that had a broken pearl on it, one with a bloody red unknown stone on the top… We didn’t have a lot of money; she couldn’t afford expensive ones; every ring was a treasure for her. And this Taiwan Jade Ring was probably the ugliest.

“Do you want it?” Mom looked at me, clearly expecting me to say yes.

“No, thank you.” I said matter-of-factly. There was no way I would let my sister Yvonne see me wearing this ugly thing. I could almost hear her snickering.

Mom put the ring in my hand anyway. “I want you to have it.”

I got a little nervous. “Look at my fingers! I don’t wear rings, Mom. Give it to Yvonne. Yvonne loves jewelry,” I said, smiling broadly. I could almost see Yvonne’s face when Mom put the ring in her hand.

“Yvonne is picky. She wouldn’t want it,” Mom said.

But, I don’t want it either, I thought.

Mom continued, “It’s not an expensive jade but still, the rest of the ring is made of 24 K gold.”

Rings were useless for me, but something on Mom’s face stopped me rejecting this ring.

“I love it. Thank you,” I said and put the ring in my pocket, praying that Yvonne would never see me wearing it.

* * *

The dark green oval-shape jade is about the size of a dime. The gold band has a smooth surface at the bottom, but near jade stone, it is carved with leaves and fruits with four extended golden claws holding the jade.

I have never told Yvonne about my jade ring.

It’s not just a ring; it is Mom’s love. And I can feel it.

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About Helen C

A retired computer programmer who loves writing and photographing, and has managed to publish a YA novel "Jin-Ling’s Two Left".
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7 Responses to Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

  1. pambrittain says:

    I suspect if you have it appraised, you’ll be proud to wear it. I think it’s lovely.

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  2. Elizabeth says:

    The ring is lovely, and being your mother’s gift, it’s a treasure for you.

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    • Helen C says:

      Dear Elizabeth, yes, it is a treasure for me. But I don’t usually wearing any ring except the 24 K one my mom gave to me. Like I said to Pam, the ring looks 10 times better in the photo 😉 My camera has its way of seeing things. 😉

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  3. Muzzy says:

    G’day again Helen,
    This story tells me your Mum has a daughter to be proud of, that ring is a part of you both now

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  4. Helen C says:

    Hello, Muzzy. Thank you so much for visiting my blog and thank you for your comment. A lot of time we realize things a little too late, isn’t that true? I wish when I were young I would spend more time with my mom and less with my friends. That was many years ago…

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