Anne's Story

Growing up, I always felt I had two moms, my birth mother and my grandmother, who lived with us when my sister and I were young. She took care of us in the early years while our parents both worked long hours. When my grandmother died, my mom gave me the brooch I had seen my grandmother wear so many times, no matter the outfit. I wore it on my wedding day, knowing she was with me. It was costume jewelry; nothing of monetary value. But to me it’s a treasure, more valuable than any other piece I own. A reminder of unconditional love, and the precious relationship between and grand “mother” and child.