On my fifteenth birthday my father gave me a ring.
That ring is my great treasure since it was something I asked for a lot for my fifteenth birthday. They gave it to me at a surprise party that my family organized on December 2, 1999. Since then I have kept it, since my father passed away I feel that it is like my amulet, the ring is gold, it has silver stones and it says my fifteenth , I always take great care of it and try to never lose it or have it stolen, as this would be fatal for me due to its sentimental value. On one occasion I thought of selling the ring since I had many debts and I wanted to get out of them but my husband made me realize that it was not just a ring, it was a treasure that my father had given me with a lot of effort and that, like him, it is not alive, I must continue to preserve it as I have for so many years.