67 Dionne

I fumble with the purple gemstone necklace that laid on my bare neck, playing with it until I grasp it in my hands in hopes that I could obtain some comfort from it. This necklace always reminds me of my mother, and in tough times, holding it feels like I'm holding her. 

She brings back the light in my sight and rids off the heavy feeling in my heart. Despite knowing the necklace's real capabilities, my thoughts of it being merely my mother's gift don't change. And as she's lent it to my protection, it's what I shall follow. 

But right now, I hope that this necklace gives me the courage that would save me from what I'm about to face. 

"Unbelievable, don't they have a shirt my size?"