To the night I will always remember

in #life3 years ago

They always say that actions speak louder than words.

I have to share my story with you guys, although I'm not sure how many of you are going to find this as touching as I did. I'll do my best to tell it as good as I can- so that you can feel as if you were there too that night.

So I never knew my granny. My dad's mother. Apparently, her and I were very similar. The energy and passion that I carry with me today was once her energy and passion. My dad always tells me that she was a real character; a stubborn, feisty Dutch lady. But a lady who didn't have much. She had all her children work jobs- so that they could scrape together enough money to put some bread on the table after a long day. She couldn't work in South Africa, as she couldn't speak a word of English. Anyways, she died about 25 years ago, and left her two daughters 4 tiny diamonds. The diamonds were small, but they sparkled and gleamed in the rays of the sun.

My aunt, who carried 2 of the diamonds with her, kept them safely and snug in her big safe at home. When my cousin and I turned 21 two years ago, she took these diamonds to a jeweler and made two of the most beautiful necklaces. The morning of my 21st birthday, I was sitting under the autumn leaves in Stellenbosch, my parents treated me to a delicious eggs benedict breakfast at Melissas. My dad put a tiny purple box in front of me, decorated with white and grey ribbons, "this is from your aunt Henny, Caitlin. Please give her a call and thank her when you get the chance, darling." I undid the ribbons, and slowly opened the tiny purple box, "Oh my," I breathed, as I saw the beautiful diamond sparkle in front of my eyes.

Here it is:

Fast forward two years and here I am today, living in Somerset West, South Africa. Now, I imagine all of us know what it feels like when you fuck up, like really fuck up. You lie awake in bed at night and add up numbers together, trying to figure out how you are going to get through the month. You see, the two weekends before, I had spent all of my month's money. I had absolutely nothing left. To make things more dramatic, Huisdance was around the corner and I couldn't figure out how I was going to pay for a dress. There was no work for me to do, since the event's industry is pretty non-existent in winter time. I scratched around my room; I needed to get my hands onto something valuable. I scanned through my clothes but nothing looked expensive enough. Shit, I thought, and turned around- only to find the glittering little gem sitting on my cupboard.

I called my best friend Lezanne, who was the one that introduced me to Steemit, "Cait, if you want to make some extra cash-get onto this website. It can really help you." Now, something that you should know is that Lezanne and I had a huge fallout last year. She told me wanted nothing to do with me- my heart was absolutely broken; after years of friendship, she decided she wanted out.

"Liz, do you remember that necklace my aunt gave me? I had to sell it. How bad!" I laughed, trying to lighten up the situation. Lezanne paused, "What?" Yeah, I shrugged, and explained which jeweler I sold it to and why. "Dude it's so chilled, you know I don't get sentimental about these things." A few nights passed, and Lezanne and I got into one of our famous arguments. It's not like we don't want to be friends, its just that, I don't think we know how to. She called me in a state of absolute anger, and told me that she was over my shit, once again. A few minutes later, I got a call from the security gate downstairs. "Madam, we have a package for you," so I put on my robe and made my way downstairs, feeling the cold winter frost beneath my toes. The man at the security handed me a small brown envelope, which read: "To Caitlin, please don't lose this again." I made my way past the gate to see if there were any cars parked outside-nothing. So i tore open the envelope, only to find that little gorgeous diamond gem looking back up at me.


Great story, that's one helluva friend you got there.

Thanks for sharing, love the histrory of the neckless.

I'll tell it to my daughter one day when i give it to her

I like the sound of that, the start of a new family heirloom. (Insert heart emoji)

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Your grandmother sounds a lot like mine, she emigrated from the Netherlands to South Africa in 1955 and could also not speak a word of English.
You must cherish that friend of you, friends like her is hard to find.
Thanks for sharing. And don't loose that necklace!!

Yeah same situation! Maybe our grannies were best friends back then, who knows? Thank you so much for the comment x

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Wow, people do that, fix one major fugg-up by making an even bigger one!
I do love a happy ending, however ;)

When I said people, I meant myself included, Thanks for the upvote, Caitlin!

Lol the photo looks as if the straw is attached to her neck

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