She gave it to me on my 18th birthday.
I'd never seen her wear it, not once.
The gold was a rose gold with a design so intricate you could almost imagine little elves had craved it.
It held the most beautiful moonstone I had ever seen.
In the right light you would swear it wasn't even there, just the glow of it remained and you'd have to reach out and touch its smooth surface to reassure yourself it hadn't just up and disappeared...
"Bella Luna" she called it; beautiful moon.
I rarely wore it, too afraid that I'd lose it or damage it.
And so it sat in a box for 20 odd years
Last week I gave it to my daughter.
She of the will of iron, the brave of heart who embraces all things in life.
She who colors outside the lines and dances to her own drummer's beat.
Last week I gave it to my daughter and that minute she put it on and she has worn it ever since.