In on the secret

I did not wear the ring for the rest of the day. I was scared of what else I will see or feel if I touch something. But I decided I will try to look for that girl and somehow convince Yasir to give her back the pen. The problem is how I can do it without him finding out that the ring has powers.

So the next day, I used my break times to look for the girl I saw in my mind. And then I saw her. She was just a couple of years younger than Yasir. I'm guessing she's around 8. I followed her to her classroom so I know where to find her later.

As I tried to think of ways on how I can tell Yasir who the owner of the pen was without revealing the truth, I realized it was impossible. There was no way I could pull it off. So I decided, it's time to let Yasir in on the secret.

"You're kidding, right?", he said when I finished telling him.

"Do I look like I'm kidding, Yasir?", I answered.

"Hahaha. Good one, Ela. You got me there for a while. Your acting class is actually paying off.", he laughed. "Magic ring, yeah right!", he added snickering some more.

So I wore the ring, touched his bag and told him, "The day Mom bought you this bag, you were so happy. You hugged and kissed her."

He was flabbergasted. "How did you know that? You weren't with us at that time. You went with Dad to look for shoes.", he said.

I smiled and asked, "Now do you believe me?"

He was speechless for a moment. He was staring at the ring and me back and forth with his mouth slightly open. Then slowly nodded.

"You have to promise me you'll never tell anyone about this. Not even Mom. Or Dad. Just yet. Ok?", I said.

He nodded again and gave me our pinky swear sign.

"Ok then. Let's go." I tugged his arm.

We went to the girl's classroom. We asked if she was missing a pen and she said yes. She was wondering how we knew. We didn't answer. She told us it was a gift from her Dad and it's her favorite pen. She said she loved how sparkly it is and it's her favorite color too - pink. We gave her the pen and her eyes widened in shock. We were relieved she didn't ask any more questions but just said thank you three times with a very big smile on her face. She skipped happily back to her classroom.

"Well," Yasir said, "All in a day's work right?" He had a huge grin on his face and gave me a high five.

I was quiet. I was thinking how the ring actually helped a girl have her favorite pen back. I smiled. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing to wear it after all.

"So, how long are you going to keep this a secret from Mom and Dad? Do you think they'll believe you? Do you think they will freak out?", Yasir asked.

"I don't know. I'm not sure, and yes." I answered.

"Well, I"ll help you convince them it's real. Hey, can I try wearing that ring?" he asked.

I said ok and gave the ring to him. He touched my purse. He touched a bench we passed by. He touched my shirt.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. I don't see anything. I don't feel anything.", Yasir said looking disappointed.

"That's strange. I'm pretty sure the power came from the ring. Because when I'm not wearing it, I don't see or feel anything. Then it means that the ring only works for me and not for anybody else who wears it." I talked more to myself than to Yasir.

That day at home, I had fun with the ring. Testing it a little bit more and touching things around the house to see if it will give me memories or feelings. I did find out one more thing. I touched mom's wedding ring and I saw her and dad on their wedding day. Well, the part where he was putting the ring on her at least. I experienced a very giddy, happy feeling, it was overwhelming. But I thought, she wears this ring every day. Then how come I only saw her wedding day? And also for the girl. She must have used that pen several times already. Why did I only see her that day that her dad gave it to her? The only conclusion I can come up with is that I only see the strongest emotion the person has with the thing I touch. Like Mom during their wedding day. And the girl, when she just got her pen.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought to myself, I hope I only ever see happy memories and feel joy when I touch things. If only that was to be the case...