“If you love something, set it free; If it comes back, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.”
There are many days where I stop in my tracks and recall the day of my Quinceanera.
It rained that day, but I was so used to having rainy birthdays. I called it a curse since I had always dreamed about an outdoor party, but my special day was no exception. I am the only daughter in my family so my parents were willing to throw a beautiful party for me. Other than the party itself, what I enjoyed the most about it was being able to pick out all the details. I felt important.
One day my mom and I went shopping for red heels to wear with my dress and we came across a kiosk that sold jewelry sets. A set of beautiful rose earrings caught my eye and it wasn’t until I walked up closer that I noticed a matching necklace to go with it. My mom purchased the set for me since we knew it was perfect for my dress. We left the mall that day without any luck for finding red shoes, but we came back with beautiful jewelry.
I loved the jewelry so much that even after I had my special day, I would wear my necklace or earrings wherever I went. I wore mostly black in high school so I always got so many compliments when there was a touch of red. I had just come back home from school with my brother and as we were both walking through the front door, there my mom was with her arms wide open. My brother had the keys so he stepped in first and was met by my mom’s arms. I followed right after him with the mail in my hands and my heavy duty backpack on one shoulder (bad, I know) and saw my mom’s face drop when she saw me. She grabbed my earlobe with one hand and brushed my bangs behind my other ear with her other hand.
“What happened to your earring?”
I know I have big eyes, but my eyes opened even bigger the second those words came out of her mouth. I ran to the nearest mirror and to my horror, one of my dangling red rose earrings was gone.
I looked in my backpack, I looked in my brother’s car, I looked in my pockets, I retraced my steps and never found it. I lost count of how many days I looked for my missing earring in school. I would go in super early just to retrace my steps over and over again. I went to the Lost and Found area everyday and always saw new items every day. Books, jackets, keys, hats, combs, binders and everything imaginable. Many students would walk up with fear in their eyes since they knew that the Lost and Found area was their last hope. Whenever someone would be reunited with what was lost, the employees would say, “Today’s your lucky day!”
My lucky day never came.
I graduated high school. I graduated community college. I forgot about the sadness I had of losing something I loved so much from time to time. But seeing the matching necklace would make me feel sad all over again.
Here I am now at 22 years old antique shopping with my boyfriend in Boerne, TX. We entered our first store that sold manly vintage home decor. I want to get new furniture for my room and we walked in to look at some dressers. As we were making our way out, there was a corner with clothes, lotions, candles, and accessories. Being a shopaholic, I practically ran over there and started browsing. That’s when my life changed.
Okay, I’m being dramatic, but mira!!!!
The same earrings. After a few years, I was reunited with the earrings that I wore on my special day. I still love them the same way I did when I first saw them at the kiosk. I still have so many clothes in my closet that will look nice with these earrings. Reuniting with these earrings made that day one of the happiest this year.
Have you been reunited with something you lost?
Is there something that you have lost that you wish you will one day find again?
Let me know! Stay stylish.