The Pendant of the Past
At 80 years old, I didn’t expect life to throw surprises at me anymore. But that day, in a quiet antique shop, the past came rushing back in the most unexpected way.
There it was.
**My mother’s pendant.**
The delicate gold locket, slightly worn at the edges, but unmistakably hers. I had run my fingers over that heart-shaped charm countless times as a child, watching it sway gently around her neck. But during hard times, we had no choice but to sell it. I never thought I’d see it again.
My hands trembled as I picked it up. It felt like holding a piece of her—like she was right there with me again.
