Bangles and Bracelets

As a child, I would eagerly await the moments when my mother stepped out of the house, leaving behind her clothes, makeup, and, most importantly, her collection of bangles. Oh, her beautiful bangles – I couldn't resist trying on as many as I could fit on my small wrists. The array of colors, the glistening sheen, and the gentle tinkling sound – I cherished it all. Back then, I would dress up and pretend to be her, but now that I've grown up, I realize I no longer need to pretend. I carry her essence within me. She's as much a part of me as I am of her.