Refraction
There is a missing vintage diamond ring on a dusty country road somewhere in Missouri. A very important and special teacher gave me her promise ring (with permission from my mother) when I was young and most likely, because I wasn’t from exactly a “well to do” background. She told me to hold on to it forever and never forget her and told me how special I was. I never thought I would ever receive something like that in my life! How magical life is. I didn’t realize the true value the ring would play in my life at the time. It lit a fire under my dreams as a child that I could do anything. Remember that feeling? It’s the best. My dear teacher was elegant, beautiful and so kind to everyone, a bit how I imagined Snow White to be. I would spend hours staring at the ring and pretending I was her as young girls love to admire anyone who resembles a princess. Fast forward many years later and I naively put that ring on my high school boyfriends car rear-view mirror. We later broke up and
