Olivia sat in her grandmas lap as the rocking chair moved the pair back and forth. Her grandmas old hands ran throgh her hair as she fell asleep her hand wrapped around the string of pearls that lay around her grandmas neck.
Olivia could remember that day, somehow she could perfectly remember it. She walked into the living room, her grandma sat there in the same rocking chair, wearing the same strand of pearls. She turned to her, and gave a wry smile and motioned for her to come over. She came over and sat in her lap. Just like when she was little. Her grandma smiled and removed the pearls from her neck and placed them around Olivia.
“Is like re-living the past.”her grandma said . This time it was her wrapping her hand around the pearls.
“Keep those dear to you, your grandpa gave them to me.”The thought of her grandpa flashed across her mind. The rocking chair cooed them back and forth.
“Now will never be apart, each one of those pearls holds a little part of me.” She ran her hand over every pearl.