My favorite possession

        Everyone has a favorite possession. Mine is a watch that my grandmother, my mother’s mother, and one of my favorite people in the world, gave me when I was about seven years old. To me, it represent my grandmother’s love and care. Whenever I wear it, I feel like my grandmother is by my side, taking care of me and protecting me. (Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean she was dead.)

        The watch belt is pink, and there are bright decorations looking like diamonds around the surface of the clock, forming a circle. It also looked amazing on my wrist. Whenever I wore it, it always drew attention. I loved it very much, so I wore it everyday.

One day I wore it to school as usual and played and ran with my friends. All of a sudden, my wrist hit the wall and the glass surface of the watch was broken. At the same time my heart was broken as well. From then on I don't wear any watch anymore. I put the watch into its box and cherish it. That's a harsh lesson for me.