This cherished rock, turned out to be, a total, FAKE!!! But, the history of your families is, real as, ever…translated…
I have a box of minerals made of cypress, the lid was made of glass. Inside the compartments of the individual slots, were the minerals I'd collected, the slots appeared like the Instagram posts in physical forms, every time I'd opened the box, other than the scent from the cypress, it'd, appeased my, sight as well.
There was a section of the box with the rocks and minerals I'd bumped into by chance, other than what I'd picked up off the ground, more were gifts. Some where the rhodochrosite, the pebbles I'd collected from the campus of the University of Heidelberg, the prize from the drawing of the book signing, the nephrite.
My friend who'd come to afternoon tea at my place situated herself in my living room, and at first sight, she'd caught my box of minerals.
"That's so amazing, can I see it?", I'd nodded, of course you can, the minerals aren't really that big a deal, most were the original, unpolished, minerals, I'm no collector, I just like things that I saw that call out to me, maybe, it's the collector's box that's made me seemed, like an, experienced, collector.
"Oh!", she'd let out a yelp, "What is this one?"
I'd set my eyes on what she had, oh, this one, it's a, long, story.
My friend used her eagle sight, caught that fish oil pill sized "cat's eye", something from my father, also, one of the heirlooms from, grandma. The story traces back to about half a century ago, back then, grandma took her children to Taipei, situated in Shihpai, and became a second landlady, rented a room of their apartment out to an elderly retired serviceman, the elderly servicemen grew a beard, a faithful Christian, they'd nicknamed him, "Jesus". They got along fine, "Jesus" was kind, but had a ton of bad friends who got him into gambling, who'd, enticed him to the wrong business ventures, and in the very end, he'd lost all he ever had, all his pension, and he'd still owed grandmother the rent for the rom, and in the end, he can only, use this rock as a collateral, told that it was a gemstone that his mother handed to him before he'd enlisted into the army, and came to Taiwan. "Jesus" ended up, all alone, dying in his bedroom, and, my families gave him a simple funeral, because he was their, neighbors, and, this "cat's eye" got passed down to, me.
"But, is it the real cat's eye gem?", my friend questioned.
And she was, correct too, I'd, checked a lot of volumes of gemstone encyclopedia, because there's that, fakeness to it, I'd asked dad what it was, he'd told me it was cat's eye this time, and, garnet the next…….
"I don't know, it's something passed from Grandma down to us.", I'd, given the response my father gave to me.
"I'd made it out to be fake at first sight", I'd not denied my friend's views, this, just as well, is a, fake. But, this fake piece of jewelry, had the story of my families, an heirloom left behind by, grandma.
"But it's, totally, fake!" my friend insisted, it'd made me take several deep, inhales, that cake that's eaten to flat, symbolized our friendship about to be, destroyed, and, the originally leisurely afternoon tea, turned into, a gathering, disaster, at the moment, I just, wanted to, close up my box of collected minerals, and told her to get out.
The stone is fake, but the heirloom, real, what is false, what is true?
It didn't matter if the item is not real, the histories of your families are, real as, ever, and that should be, all that mattered, it does NOT matter if that rock is real or not, it's, a part of your, history just the same.
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