
My mother had these on her mantle the entire time I lived there, and as a little kid I would stand on a chair and get up close to them and just stare at how pretty they were. I was too scared to touch them.
Update
My mother sent these to me after I asked her to "put my name on them" (a very odd thing we've done in our family for generations that solidifies who gets what when someone dies.)
They were intended to be a birthday present.
A few days before my birthday a box arrived with the return address of my deceased father. He's been gone for 17 years and I'm still fucked up about it, so it destroyed my brain for about 3 days and I was an emotional and physical wreck. Ahhh...gotta love a mother's "love."
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