It was my grandmother’s and you stoled it. You climbed my apartment balcony entered my kitchen window, went into my bedroom and ransacked everything. The one thing that had memories, photos, you stoled. It was all that I had of my grandmother. Every Friday, I scour the web hoping that a pawn shop has it…it’s been over ten years, since you broke into my apartment on California Avenue and I still hate you. A vintage charm bracelet, photo charms, and silver charms.
