My important thing is a necklace my grandma gave me when I was five years old. She was in the hospital with cancer and passed away seven years ago. This was a tough time for everyone. I skipped school to visit her in California when she was in the hospital, and I visited my family from my mom?s side. We were all upset about what was happening, and it was hard comforting one another while we were all concerned with her health. It was hard knowing that someone in our family would die soon.

My grandma had shown me the necklace one day and told me she would miss me. That's when I knew it wasn't good, and it was time for her to go. The necklace isn't anything fancy, it was just something she gave me, since I was younger and I wouldn't have to be too careful about not breaking it. It's dark gray in the shape of a hollow heart bordered in tiny jewels with a ribbon waved over the heart with the word "love" spelled across it in cursive. It is special to me because it was something she gave me before she died, and I miss her a lot. I keep it in a small jewelry box tucked away in my room. I don't take it out a lot, but I know I will keep it for a long time.