When I and mom moved to America (to my stepdad and her husband) 3 years ago, my sister always visited us. The last time she came she left me a ring and a bracelet. Every time I glance at it I remember my sister. Her name is Dasha. She is beautiful, sweet, kind, successful and almost perfect. By remembering everything she did to get to where she is right now... gives me hope. Dasha always supports me and helps me to understand how to get through this life. Even when she is so far from me, on a different continent (Russia), she always tries to be a part of my life no matter what. And believe me, she takes a pretty big part of my life! So going back to the ring, the reason why I named it "A Ring of the Heart" is because every single step I take every day towards my future - is a step made by my sister's support and love. She is my heart, my soul, my mindset... she is a part of me and this ring is one of the most sentimental and precious thing to me!

– Kseniia (Kesha)

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