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My love af­fair with jewelry started when I was very young. My grand­mother col­lected tam­bourines, and from time to time, a jew­eler would visit her. When­ever that hap­pened, I would just sit there in awe of things that sparkled.

To­day, my sons see me look­ing at some of the small pieces I have been given. They call them my trea­sures—and they truly are. That’s what I love about jewelry: their sen­ti­men­tal value. It’s al­most the 40th day of my grand­mother He­len Orosa del Rosario’s pass­ing, and I find my­self al­ways want­ing to wear a piece that came from her. Not some­thing ex­actly like what she had—I’ve had most of her jewelry re­done—but still hers, a tan­gi­ble mem­ory of her love for me and mine for her.

@ri­arec­om­mends: We’ve al­ways had each other’s backs, al­ways ready to lend a be­jew­eled hand. @mikae­la­martinez @tri­ci­a­cen­ten­era


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