I lost my favorite ring. Yes, the one that looks like a vine that crawls on your finger. The ring was confiscated from me 'round four times since my mom gave it to me when I was in high school. Everytime my yaya finds it somewhere in the house, she would tell my mom and the ring would go back to my mom's vault, only to be released when there's an occasion and my mom wants me to wear the ring.
The last time Mom gave it back to me was for college graduation. And I have been keeper of the ring since then. I remember my roommate telling me to keep it safe. I did. I tucked it in my box in the drawer. Yesterday, I decided to wear the ring, ten hours later, it's not on my finger.
My mom will be in for the kill.
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