I was thirteen years of age with the opportunity to take a flight to Seattle, Washington to meet up with my sister and be her navigator for her drive to Texas where me and my family lived. Of course I couldn't deny such an opportunity.
The morning of my flight my mom walked into my room as I was doing last minute packing. "I want you to take this with you. It is the ring my sister gave me when I turned fourteen. Please do not lose it."
"Of course mom I will guard it with my heart, Thank you."
I didn't want to tell her I was afraid. The last thing I had ever heard of regarding an airplane was the 9/11 attack. I didn't expect myself to cry, although right before I was about to depart and board the plane, I burst into tears. "I love you guys! I'm not ready to go out into the world by myself. What if I never see your faces again?"
They held me until I calmed down.
When taking off, I held tight onto my seat, and ducked with both hands pressed over the nape of my neck guarding my skull and my cervical vertebrae.
I prayed, and held on tight to my ring that my mother had given me. Each time I felt turbulence I had my phone prepared to turn it back on and call my family and give them my last words.
Before I knew It we were in Seattle, Washington. I felt so silly for thinking I was going to die.
"Angie!!!" I ran at her and gave her a hug.
She had many plans when I arrived. We went to go visit her US Coast Guard "Coasties" so I could meet them. I felt so lucky I had gotten to tour the USCG Cutter Healy. The ship that cuts ice as it travels across from Seattle to Alaska. They had all planned a surprise party for my sister. Reservation's were made at a Moroccan Restaurant downtown.
We walked approximately ten miles in the cold and rain to get there. It was a wonderful adventure with delicious food as well. There were ten courses. We at on the ground on a bunch of pillows with Moroccan carpeting on the walls and seats and it was just such a beautiful place with belly dancers even. A man came with a gold pot and placed it on the table. He had us hold out our hands and supposedly cleansed them with water. I had asked him where the bathroom was. He said that what I had just cleansed my hands in was the bathroom. I looked to my sister and everyone began laughing. It was all a joke I was so embarrassed. "There in the back, sweetie." I laughed to myself and thanked him.
Later that night we went to a hotel to swim. The guys had this challenge set to swim outside in the forty degree weather. I glanced at my hands and realized my ring was missing. I went to my sister upset. I did not know what to do. I could not go back without that ring. I must have taken it off at the restaurant. We called everywhere. Nobody had it.
I had arrived home and told her of my irresponsible misplacement.
Until this day I still wonder where it is. I owe her. I know nothing puts a price on that ring. Someday I hope to find one exactly like it to give to her.
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