Mom’s Brooch


I was cleaning on my drawer when I found this brooch. Its an old brooch and it almost have the same age like me. It was my mom’s brooch, covering with the golden layer shinning on the edge and a locket behind it. The shape and the color are not as perfect it was before but the presence still bring along a lot of memories.

Thinking about it, so many things that could easily pleased us when we are young, then why can we stay that way? young and simple….

‘What is essential is invisible to the eye ~ Le Petit Prince’