Mothers Love.

It was a small bracelet; it was black and braided rope, with the words “ I love you forever” on it.  My mom gave it to me on my 15th birthday. She didn't make a big deal about it. She just smiled and wrapped it around my wrist. I remember how gentle she was while trying it, that moment felt so quiet. She didn't really say anything, but I could tell it meant something, a lot of something.

I wore it all the time, at school, at home, even while I slept. It made me feel closer to her, especially when we argued or when I was feeling down. That bracelet felt like a piece of her, a way for me to be connected to her.

One day it was gone. I don't even know when it happened; I looked and it wasn't there. My wrist felt strange, like it had been abandoned. It felt naked almost, the weight on my wrist had finally disappeared. I panicked. I checked everywhere, my room, the sidewalk, the bathroom at school. I asked around, but no one has seen it.

I wanted to cry but I didn't. It was just a bracelet, right? NO, to me it was more;  it reminded me of my mom’s love, of the little moments we shared.

After a while, I finally broke the news to her. I thought she'd be upset. Instead, she just hugged me and said, “It's okay, things get lost.” Her  voice was calm, but her hug conveyed a different message, that she understood.

I never found the bracelet. But losing it helped me realize how much it meant, and how much my mom means to me. I realized that you lose things, but mother’s love always stays.