The presents had been nice...even Trevor's attempt to be funny had worked. He'd given me an actual balloon made of lead. The note on the package said it was so I could throw it at him whenever one of his jokes was an epic fail. i was always telling his attempts at being funny were 'going over like a lead balloon.' Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was funny.
The one that really stood out to me though was a little box from my dad. He'd seemed a bit embarrassed, but I'd loved it at first sight. Inside the box was a 'promise ring'. A thin silver band, except for where it formed the shape of a perfect butterfly, wings spread wide as if it was just preparing to take flight. An intricate design was carved into the top of the wings, revealing mother-of-pearl swirling colors. It shimmered and sparkled when I moved, and suddenly I felt as if a little part of me was flying.
Dad said the ring would remind me of the beauty inside, and for me not to ever give that beauty away to just anyone. It was one of those normal moments, but the kind you know are special even right in the middle of it. I'd hold that memory as a special time with my dad, my mom smiling over his shoulder. What I didn't know was how quickly that memory would get buried beneath cares and troubles.
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