Worn Memories.

The object I chose is my earrings. These earrings have been in my family for over 50 years, they first belonged to my grandmother. When my sister was born, they were given to her, then when I was born, they were passed down to me. 
As a first-generation immigrant, when I moved to the United States, everything I owned was new and unfamiliar, the only thing I had from my country and my family were my earrings. They were a small piece of my past that I carried with me into a new life. I remember growing up my sister and I used to fight all the time over the earrings. So when I miss her or my grandmother the earrings remind me that I have a piece of them, no matter how far we are.
Over the years, I have gone through many changes, both emotionally and physically, but one of the only things that remains the same are my earrings. I have only taken them off twice in my life, one time being to take the picture for this post. Whenever I feel stressed, anxious, nervous, angry or sad I touch them and play with them. Somehow it always helps me calm down. In a way I’m not just wearing jewelry, I’m wearing my memories, my story, and my family.

– CM

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