This morning I was thinking about my silver bangles. Currently I wear a cheap set I bought at Burlington Coat Factory that jingle when I move my arm and remind me that I am doing the jewelry thing. One broke; popped at the place where it’s lightly welded. However, my silver bracelets, the ones from childhood that every young West Indian son and daughter must wear - I want those back. They don’t go out of style and they do not break. My mom has a picture displayed at her house of me as an infant with a yellow-checkered dress, a smock front with flowers and my gold bangle prominently displayed. Don't know where they are now and if I ask my mother for them, she will tell me how much they cost, how hard they are to get, et cetera. They used to irritate me because in school the teachers would ask me to take them off during gym and for track meets. They don't come off easily – these bangles are not meant to come off. So this morning while my fake diamond bracelet and cheap silver one where clanging together on the way to work I thought about my bangles - my West Indian bangles. How did they come off?
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