My parents gave also gave me a purity ring, not necessarily for Christmas, but around Christmas. After Mom had once suggested a purity ring for me, I scanned the Internet for one I liked, and dropped (not so subtle) hints that I really like the silver one with the pearl on the top…. I didn’t actually expect it… not so soon, anyway, but one day as I was mending a skirt Dad announced that he and Mom had a gift for me. “A gift?” I said, only half pretending to be surprised, (thinking back to the day Mom had left the “Thank you for your order” window open and I had accidentally [truly, I didn’t mean to] seen the item ordered) and tried to make myself think to myself “Perhaps one of the Christmas presents they wanted to get for me came late….”
Seriously, I really do love it. I have been extra-diligent in making sure I don’t lose it, even for a little bit. I have specific “temporary storage areas” in each place where I might take it off… the dip in the candle on the windowsill above the kitchen sink, the push pin next to my bed, the turning handle that opens the window next to the shower, etc.
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