My mom always wore the same plain silver bracelet. Never took it off. When I asked her why, she just said it was her lucky charm.
One day, after she left home to get groceries, I noticed her bracelet fell on the floor. I picked it up and saw tiny letters engraved inside. I squinted, and my heart began to race when I read, “Do not spend mindlessly. Save more for Jane’s gifts.”
I looked up, tears streaming down my face. Growing up, we were poor, and my mom was a single mother. She juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet, but every year on my birthday, she always made sure I could have any toy I wanted.
