The Necklace on the Dresser Made Me Laugh
As I walked down the hallway, something glittered on my mother’s dresser.
A brand-new diamond necklace on a velvet stand.
A price tag dangled like a confession.
I did the math without trying.
Five months of my payments.
Gone.
And that’s when I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was finally so clear it was absurd.
I wasn’t loved.
