Recently my mom gave me a small, red box…
Inside was a tiny, silver bracelet with my name on it.
It belongs to me, though I don’t remember ever wearing it.
Nowadays it no longer fits, as I was just a baby when I received it from my god mother.
Three decades later the silver is slightly tarnished. The image of Mary faded.
… but my mom treasured it, so one day she could give it back to me.