Mostly True Memoirs
MY BIRTHDAY GIFT
I woke up this morning to find that I only had one earring.
These earrings were a birthday gift from my mom many, many years ago.
I never change them.
My ears are allergic to most earrings.
But these ones are gold, and they have been perfect for years.
And now one of them is missing.
I shook out my pajamas and my bedding.
No earring.
Yesterday I cleaned the house.
I dusted and mopped.
I did laundry and changed sheets and vacuumed.
The earring could be anywhere.
If I bought myself a new pair of earrings, it wouldn’t be the same.
Because these were a gift from my mom.
I searched the house hopelessly.
I checked the washer and the dryer.
I checked the clean laundry.
I checked the vacuum canister.
In the end, when I had given up all hope, I found it!
It was on the rug under my desk.
It must have fallen off after I had vacuumed.
Yay – I can continue to wear my mom’s birthday gift!