Trash and Treasure

Another Mans Trash is Another Mans Treasure
For my treasure I picked my diamond bracelet. If I were to wear the bracelet it would fall off my wrist, a wide gap is left between the silver chain and my skin. When the sun hits the bracelet, which lays on my desk it glows. Diamonds wrap all the way around the chain and are about the size of a ladybug. This bracelet was given to me in the spring of my junior year in high school. As I opened the package I received in the mail, I pulled out bubble wrap, and looking through it I saw this gorgeous bracelet. The letter attached to it stated: “Julia Kate, Your aunt wanted you to have this, it means the world to her, as do you.” Tears poured down my face, that winter, my aunt Betsy had passed away from breast cancer. My aunt and I were super close, we did so much together, and she did a good job playing her role of a godmother. Whenever I lay eyes on the bracelet, I smile, I think of all the good times we had together. I associate the bracelet with her personality. When I do wear it, or even just look at it I remind myself of how strong she was and how positive she was. If I have a bad day, I hold the bracelet and tell myself everything will be okay, that I’m a strong person. To me the diamonds on the bracelet don’t mean anything to me, it’s where and who it came from that matters. My “trash” is a ring, with a silver band, and a blue stone with little diamond like stones on either side. The color blue on the stone reminds me of the sky, bright, but not too bright. The blue stone is what really sticks out; it’s the shape of an oval. The ring is simple. Not too much going on, but just the right amount. The band is as big as a penny, and is pretty scratched up. If the ring was living and had an age, I would say it was three almost four years old. Walking back from the Student Center, I had dropped my keys, and as I bent over to pick them out, I spotted this “trash”. I have a feeling that the ring belonged to a girl, and it