8- Peyton Miller- The Perfect Gift

 

The Perfect Gift

The best gift I have ever received was something so small, yet so elegant and meaningful. A simple glass rose. My Great Grandmother was one of my favorite people to be around when I was younger. We used to build forts, eat snacks, play pool, enjoy a book every once in a while, play at the park, or even just sit on a swing and take a nap. The one thing that I used to always tell her when I was around 8-10 was that I adored this little glass rose that sat on the bedside table in her room everytime we would walk in there to get blankets for our forts. 

The glass rose was so simple and fragile. It had 2 little glass leaves painted a sweet sage green, solid but pastel red petals that laid about the top of the flower rose and on the stage it set on, to emphasize the petals falling. It had always reminded me of my birthday because of all the roses we would see during my spring birthday in may. But the one thing I always adored most about the rose is its simplicity and little chip broken out of it. I am not exactly sure why I was so amazed by how unique, yet common the rose was and why it had that little chip out of it, but I absolutely loved it and asked for it everytime I went to her house.

Then on some random day, she finally fell into my childlike begging, and gave me the rose. I was astonished by every detail and piece of dust that old rose carried. I took it home that day and put it on my floating wall shelf for everyone to see. Later on, on my birthday though, I decided to bring it out to show everyone but ended up getting chased by my cousin with a nerf gun and tripped over the leg of the couch onto the ground with it in my hand, shattering and cutting open my thumb with it. I was absolutely devastated seeing the one thing I always yearned for, laying there, shattered about on the floor. 

I believe that simple yet sweet little glass rose was one of the best gifts I have ever received because not only did it represent and remind me of the sweetest of times I had shared with my great grandmother, but also of things that matter most. She passed away a few years after that, and i still have the pieces from it because even if its broken, I still cherish it and the memories that follow. 

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