It all started one Sunday morning in May. Me, my dad and two brothers were running late to enter mass when we saw this little station right outside church. It had many holy artifacts but only one caught my eye. It was a black hand made bracelet with a silver Virging Merry tied to it. It wasn’t an outstanding object ‘n all but, it still had a intangible significance to it. After we bought it we went inside and got it blessed by the priest. That is when everything started.
After that my relationship with that bracelet was pretty much getting stronger. Every day that bracelet would end up either being a life saver or just a plain reliever. But over time it was becoming hard to use. Its appearance was becoming old and I just wasn’t into it no more. Eventually it came to the point where I stopped using it but, that still didn’t stop it from working its magic. It still helps me on my hardest times and reminds me of that first day.
And I know that even when that day comes and its appearance doesn’t look much like a bracelet, I know that I can still have faith.
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