Trust, I knew, would take time to rebuild. Sophia, for her part, loved her necklace. She wore it constantly, showing it off to her friends and thanking me at least a dozen times.
It wasn’t the heirloom, but it was hers, and that was enough. As for Emily, her birthday came and went in a flurry of celebrations. When I fastened the heirloom necklace around her neck, her smile was radiant, her eyes filled with pride.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered. “Thank you, Mom.”
At that moment, I knew I’d made the right choice. Tradition, love, and promises — all intact.
What would you have done differently if you were in my place?
