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My Lost Ruby Ring

Long time ago, I wondered why I love ruby jewels. Why I feel obsession to their red shine. Why I have many incessant images about them especially a ruby ring in my deep memories. I didn't remember anything about that until my mum told me the whole story. The story in my own childhood related to that images in my mind .. about that ruby ring. So I will tell you that story: when I was five years old, I went to the final party of my kinder garden school. My mum dressed me up the most beautiful clothes and adorned me with golden necklace, two bracelets, and a very beautiful golden ring with a very shiny ruby.That ring was very special and valuable to my mum. It was her own, a gift from her grandmother when she was a five-year old girl, too. Its glimmer made every girl in my class envy me. One of those envious girls was very clever. She told me a false story about her poor family and their poverty. She cried a lot and begged me to let me give her my jewelries. So as I am so generous and have a childish mind, I donated all my jewelries to her. she was so clever - as I said before - to deceive me, but that was not the only problem. When I returned back to my home, my mum got upset and angry. She felt so sad about her precious ring. She asked me about that girl's name and home address. Unfortunately, I didn't know anything about her except her name: Loujain. That was the second problem. The third one but not the final was in the school itself. It was the last day in my school as i mentioned before, so no school days any more. Forthwith, my father called the school administration and talked with my teacher. She gave him my friend's home address ( fortunately  just one girl called Loujain ). Then my parents went to her home to get back my jewelries. First she alleged that she didn't take anything from me. Then after my parents insistence, she gave them back to my parents. But regrettably, the ruby ring wasn't included with them. She stole it and claimed that it wasn't with them. My mum felt disappointed and sad for more than three days. And as I was a little child, I didn't value that ring. I didn't know its real value, not its high-price cost, but its intangible value. It is a mix of sweet memories and happy events that happened during many years. By my childish mind, I thought that it is like any of my toys that if I lose it, I would get another one. But after I grew up, I discovered that when something valuable gets lost, that means we lost that mixture of sweet memories and happy events.

What I have learned from this story that we should keep the sweet memories things away from children until they grow up well to save them and value their worth. Don't lose anything you borrow from anyone, because none knows the real
value of the valuable things except their owners.

It's so painful to lose something valuable, so have you ever lost anything worthful  ? share it here