Farani ignored the light tremor of her mother’s hands as they opened and uncovered a set of earrings. Each golden stud carried a finely crafted rose cut citrine gemstone that reflected yellow sparks.

Farani looked at her mother questioningly.
“I finally cleaned up his desk.” Her mother smoothed an imaginary tablecloth. “I found these in his drawer.”

“Oh….” Farani pushed back the lump in her throat.

“I am sure…” her mother paused, “that he bought you these for your birthday.”

With a quivering smile, she placed the studs in Farani’s hand. She looked her daughter in the eyes and just nodded.

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