My aunt, when I was an infant, bought me a tiny little gold ring, and I think I only wore it to have a photograph taken wearing it, but I found it later when I was a young adult. This was around the time that I learned that my aunt had given up a son for adoption very shortly after I was born, and, I don’t know, it just has a special meaning because I think that loss for her, and hiding it for a really long time from the rest of the family, and then finally kind of opening up about it, it just brought an additional special meaning to it that that was something she couldn’t give her own child. She has always been that kind of aunt to me and my brothers, like a second mom. Of course, before that, before knowing her story, she was just a great aunt. But then understanding the loss right around that same time that I was born, my brothers were little. I wore it for a long time on a chain around my neck after I found it again.