Plastic | OLIVIA TAMAGNA

by Olivia Tamagna

When my aunt died I was allowed to look through her jewelry Only the cheap plastic costume jewelry that had no worth I picked out three pairs of earrings and a bracelet The bracelet was light it had no real weight to it But when I held it, it felt like ten pounds of sentiment It was worth nothing The fake gold plated hardware worn down from wear, revealing the cheap silver underneath The beads were meant to resemble pearls and from afar they might The slight sheen on them had been scratched and chipped, the plastic beads a plain cream white It was worth nothing It was priceless I opened the clasp and closed the bracelet around my wrist I haven't removed it since