I looked in the mirror and spotted the necklace I was wearing. It’s marcasite, one heart framed with another hanging from a silver chain. It was one of many gifts my mother gave me. On my fingers are the rings she has given me and it occurs to me that almost every piece of jewellery I ever owned was a gift from her.
Do you have anything special that has been handed down? Write about something you’ve been given or about something you would like to pass on to someone else when you’re gone.