Chain

I have kept this object my entire life. When I got it from my father when I was eight, it looked like just a necklace. A necklace in which he stated very explicitly that it was “ivory from before it was illegal”. True or not, it ended up in the bathroom cupboard for a long time. Until my 22nd birthday, almost fifteen years later, when I received it again as a surprise. This time by my mother who made the necklace ideal for a now fully grown me with a new clasp and a new, larger thread.
Since then I have never taken off the necklace, so it was one of, if not the most beautiful gift I have ever received. This is mainly because my father has passed away since the fourteen years that the necklace was in the closet. I can now wear the necklace as I remember