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It’s been eighteen years. I was only four years old! I was only four years old the day I gave her the ring. My aunt is nighty-seven years old, which makes her the oldest of the family. The day I found the ring I was wandering around in a park nearby my house. It was sitting underneath a big walnut tree. So in sight that it almost appeared as if somebody had left it on purpose. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t. The thing is I found it. I remember that the first person that came to my mind after my discovery was my nursery crush Fernanda, and I was sure she would love the ring. While I was walking towards my sister I heard my moms phone ring, so I grabbed her purse and picked up the phone. It was my aunt, and of course I told her about the ring. That afternoon we went to her house and I showed her the ring… She loved it. She liked it so much that she asked me if she could keep it. Without thinking I said yes, and of course, a second after that I wanted it back. It was for Fernanda, not for my aunt! Ugh! From that day on, every time I saw her she had the ring on. Of course, as a foolish kid, I still wanted it back. Time passed and after several years I asked her about the ring. She told me she wore the ring for a long time, and after several years she couldn’t take it off. Old people turn boney with age, you see… and so did she. At that moment it hit me, I realized that I meant so much to her that she kept the ring on day and night. I was too young, too foolish to understand this when I gave it to her. That day the ring made me appreciate her even more and every time I see her or hear about her I remember about the ring, about the story behind it. It is amazing to me how this simple object made me realize many things, what would have happened if I had given it to Fernanda? What would have happened if I never ran passed it that day? Maybe I wouldn’t know for sure how much she really loves me. Thank god I found that ring.