My 3rd picture is of a ring my dad got me from Iraq. He was there 2 different times, and his second time he brought back this ring. It's a ring with diamonds, they're fake, and it's shaped like a heart. There's 3 different colored gems on here, white on the outer side and almost the middle, blue on the inner ring and 1 big, shiney multicolored gem in the middle.
The case that the ring is held in is plastic with red velvet. BUt, this case isn't just a plain square box like most jewelry boxes, its a seashell form. Even though the case is plastic and pretty much breaking, I still love the look of my casee.
I feel I can hardly ever wear this ring anymore because whenever i try to wear it, I lose a gem on it. as you may, or may not, be able tell, it is currently missing 4 gems. This makes me sad tot hink that this special rihng is missing some parts to it, so now I hardly ever wear it, I just leave te case open and have it sit on my dresser.
When my dad brought home this ring, he told me the story about it. And guess what, I'm gonna tell it to you!(:
Soooo. When my dad got home, he gave my brother, my mom and I all the special things he got for us in Iraq. I got quite a few things like 2 hats, a coin bag, a messanger bag, real desert sand, a camel necklace, and some more stuff. When at last, he pulled out this beautiful ring. He said that the guy who owned a shop there had seen the picture of me that my dad carried around with him. He than gave it to my dad to give to me, because he thought I looked like a nice, beautiful girl.
I still love to look at this ring, even though I've had it for years. This ring, it gives me incouragement that not everyone in Iraq is bad. It gives me hope for the future.
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