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Authors: Rebecca Suzanne
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me want to laugh just out of pure irony alone.
It looked like a wooden jewelry box. The wood was a dark red, cherry almost. It had a gold clasp that swiveled to keep it shut. I pushed it to the side and the lid popped open on a spring. Music started playing. It made me jump and drop the box. When it snapped shut, the music stopped. All I could hear was my heart. I carefully picked it back up and set it on the coffee table. A few more seconds of coaxing, and I convinced myself to open it once more. The music played again. I found myself crying finally.
The tears had nothing to do with the song; I didn’t even recognize what melody it was. The entire over the top package my mother had went through for me, the way she remembered the jewelry box I picked out at the store months ago, by now I should have been prepared for it. I guess I was sort of hoping that I wouldn’t find anything from her. I was hoping she’d forgotten for once. I set it back on the table. A shimmer from the bottom caught my eye. There was a piece of jewelry inside. I had thought the jewelry box was too much, but now I was staring at a bulky, silver piece of jewelry.
With shaky hands and tear filled eyes, I picked it up to examine it. Two chains fell from two separate hooks on one charm. I didn’t understand it. Looking more closely and blinking a few times, I realized I was looking at two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. One said ‘Mother’ and the other said ‘Daughter’. I was in such a shock that it took me a while to realize I wasn’t breathing. My tears choked me up and I wanted to collapse.
I set the necklace back down in the jewelry box and threw my head back staring up at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe it, a friggin ’ amazingly wonderful gift from the grave? Could it really get any better than that?
My emotions quickly became more than I could handle and I felt my temper starting to boil. I lost control. It wasn’t fair. She should be here. My legs thrashed in my fit of rage. The table toppled over. Something made a loud noise. The jewelry box must’ve fallen off and closed. It was silent now, no music. Now I’m ruining her gifts? I felt even worse with myself. I slumped off the couch and leaned down over the box.
Sucking up my tears and forcing myself to gain control, I looked at the mess I had made. Please don’t be broken. The necklace had fallen out. It was facing the other side now. Through my ever growing tears, I managed to see there was something on the backside of it. It was much bigger than just the typical sterling silver indication.
“Oh c’mon, Mom, you’ve done enough, now.” I whispered in defeat.
I wiped the engraving with my thumb. The edges were freshly soldered. She had done this for me. Focusing my eyes, I read the words. ‘My missing piece, found.’
Crying into the hand that wasn’t holding me upright, I let my emotions take over me. I screamed out. My face was pulsating with all the blood that was rushing into it. The necklace swayed and touched my nose. Chucking the necklace across the room, I used one of the upturned legs to help myself up. It snapped under my weight and I went crashing down. I laid there on the bottom of the coffee table and wanted to laugh. Nothing could ever go right.
Jumping up and kicking one of the other legs, I only hurt myself even more. It didn’t even budge. Of course it didn’t. Why would anything cooperate? Well I’d sure have my way regardless. Something else was going to break in this house at my expense. It was the only way to vent the pain and brokenness that I was feeling inside.
The perfectly displayed shelves next to the fireplace were screaming at me. Taking my hands, I wiped everything onto the floor. Some of the snow globes bounced on the carpet, but one of them hit the edge of the fireplace
It looked like a wooden jewelry box. The wood was a dark red, cherry almost. It had a gold clasp that swiveled to keep it shut. I pushed it to the side and the lid popped open on a spring. Music started playing. It made me jump and drop the box. When it snapped shut, the music stopped. All I could hear was my heart. I carefully picked it back up and set it on the coffee table. A few more seconds of coaxing, and I convinced myself to open it once more. The music played again. I found myself crying finally.
The tears had nothing to do with the song; I didn’t even recognize what melody it was. The entire over the top package my mother had went through for me, the way she remembered the jewelry box I picked out at the store months ago, by now I should have been prepared for it. I guess I was sort of hoping that I wouldn’t find anything from her. I was hoping she’d forgotten for once. I set it back on the table. A shimmer from the bottom caught my eye. There was a piece of jewelry inside. I had thought the jewelry box was too much, but now I was staring at a bulky, silver piece of jewelry.
With shaky hands and tear filled eyes, I picked it up to examine it. Two chains fell from two separate hooks on one charm. I didn’t understand it. Looking more closely and blinking a few times, I realized I was looking at two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. One said ‘Mother’ and the other said ‘Daughter’. I was in such a shock that it took me a while to realize I wasn’t breathing. My tears choked me up and I wanted to collapse.
I set the necklace back down in the jewelry box and threw my head back staring up at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe it, a friggin ’ amazingly wonderful gift from the grave? Could it really get any better than that?
My emotions quickly became more than I could handle and I felt my temper starting to boil. I lost control. It wasn’t fair. She should be here. My legs thrashed in my fit of rage. The table toppled over. Something made a loud noise. The jewelry box must’ve fallen off and closed. It was silent now, no music. Now I’m ruining her gifts? I felt even worse with myself. I slumped off the couch and leaned down over the box.
Sucking up my tears and forcing myself to gain control, I looked at the mess I had made. Please don’t be broken. The necklace had fallen out. It was facing the other side now. Through my ever growing tears, I managed to see there was something on the backside of it. It was much bigger than just the typical sterling silver indication.
“Oh c’mon, Mom, you’ve done enough, now.” I whispered in defeat.
I wiped the engraving with my thumb. The edges were freshly soldered. She had done this for me. Focusing my eyes, I read the words. ‘My missing piece, found.’
Crying into the hand that wasn’t holding me upright, I let my emotions take over me. I screamed out. My face was pulsating with all the blood that was rushing into it. The necklace swayed and touched my nose. Chucking the necklace across the room, I used one of the upturned legs to help myself up. It snapped under my weight and I went crashing down. I laid there on the bottom of the coffee table and wanted to laugh. Nothing could ever go right.
Jumping up and kicking one of the other legs, I only hurt myself even more. It didn’t even budge. Of course it didn’t. Why would anything cooperate? Well I’d sure have my way regardless. Something else was going to break in this house at my expense. It was the only way to vent the pain and brokenness that I was feeling inside.
The perfectly displayed shelves next to the fireplace were screaming at me. Taking my hands, I wiped everything onto the floor. Some of the snow globes bounced on the carpet, but one of them hit the edge of the fireplace
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