Saturday, March 22, 2008
Losing something precious can be very traumatising. When youngest was less than a year old, she had this habit of tugging at my little diamond set in a heart shape pendant. One of it's kind as mum had it custom made. Given to me on my 16th birthday. One morning, 10 years ago, a casual touch round my nape, set of a panic key. Started tracing back all the places I had been round the apartment. Horrors. I had been to the hawker centre and remembered youngest tugging on it. Hoping against hope, I scan through the whole place. Of course. It was not to be. Then, I started looking at everyone and anyone that comes across my path. Never know, someone could have picked it up and wore it. Till this day, I still give a casual glance on what the person is wearing on the necklace. Someone must have needed it more than I do.