Some time ago, a friend was given a very personal gift, a gold plated watch.
The friend wore the watch with pride, she was always telling people the time without being asked, thrusting the wrist out in front of people, so that they would notice the gift.
People would notice the watch. It was not over haughty, over fashionable, it just looked good on her wrist.
I think it also marked a transition in her life, as she left behind her the old teenage watch days, to enter into the age of adult watches.
My friend would hardly ever go out without wearing the watch, she had become really attached to it, it became part of her life.
Over a small period of time, it became apparent that some of the shine, some of the luster, had begun to be lost on the gold plate. It was hard to notice, but the signs were. Something was not right.
She was advised to take the watch back to the shop where her partner had purchased special gift, but she would not go, and the gold began to become dimmer, the shine was lost.
She wore the watch less and less.
It was some time on that my friend realised that there was something missing in her life. The special watch had been discarded, it was gathering dust on the dressing table in her bedroom.
She realised that the watch was not only special, it made her special too, as it changed her personality when she wore it, she became more sophisticated, more womanly, it made her feel special, and it brought back such good memories.
She decided to take the watch back to the shop whence it was purchased, only to find the shop had closed down.
It seemed that, that part of her life had now been broken, it was now lost.
Not to loose that part of her, she searched for another dealer, the distributor of the brand of watches, and took it to them, and it was decided there and then that there was a problem, but it could be sorted out, and it would take thirty days.
The thirty days passed, the watch was not returned. The technical people said the gold plating could not be reapplied, so they would replace the watch case with the same model.
My friend would have her special watch back.
The crystal glass, the gold face and hands, the twenty-one jeweled movement would be placed into a new casing.
She would get back that special gift that marked such a change in her life.
This makes me think.
Although identical in every way, which was the special watch? That gift that meant so much her and her partner?
The old case that now lies in the rubbish dump never to be seen again, or, the new one that adorns her wrist?
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