Personal Narrative: My Grandma Arline's Necklace

i never got to know or even meet my grandmother. she died before i was born and all I know about her death is that it was from cancer, and the effect it had on her family including my dad was profound. I couldn't even ask about her without my dad getting deeply saddened, so I ceaced asking. the things i did know about here were few in number and small in detail, the they were good things, like she was pretty or kind, or even good at fishing. on valentine's day, when I was maybe twelve, i received a card in the mail from my and my step grandma. inside, there was a note wishing me a good valentine's day, and a necklace with a charm, and only a little note reading “This was your grandma Arline's necklace”. The necklace chain itself was
a gold chain, smaller and more delicate that i though one could make out of gold. On the chain, was a small golden guitar, with three little gold guitar strings. I was stunned that my grandpa would ever give me such an item, not only because of the fineness of the necklace but also the emotions tied with it and my grandma. I tried wearing it a couple times, but found myself too afraid to in fear of damaging the chain, or losing the necklace. I started only wearing it on weekends, but eventually stopped wearing it entirely to avoid anything happening to it. It started to reside in a little plastic box inside my jewelry box. I wish I could have worn it, but I was just too frightened that something terrible would happen to something so valuable and important give me to me.
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