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The narrator and her sister, Esther, embark on a quest to find their grandmother's lost gold heart locket, which holds sentimental value. After searching the city without success, they remember a significant event related to the locket and decide to check an old bridge. Miraculously, they discover the locket hidden beneath the wood, symbolizing a reconnection with their grandmother's past and memories.

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Fiction Writing

The narrator and her sister, Esther, embark on a quest to find their grandmother's lost gold heart locket, which holds sentimental value. After searching the city without success, they remember a significant event related to the locket and decide to check an old bridge. Miraculously, they discover the locket hidden beneath the wood, symbolizing a reconnection with their grandmother's past and memories.

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The missing heart

“Come here my dears, I have something I would like to give you” called
my grandmother from the kitchen,

I looked at Esther to see she was already looking at me- we rushed to the
kitchen with a jump in our steps – meemaw always had the best gifts. We
knelt down in front of her to see to her eye level and she gave us one of
her famous motherly smiles and handed us an old red box. Barely able to
contain my excitement I opened the box with Esther peering over my
shoulders, it was empty.

“ it’s probably a little worn out but it’s the only thing I have ever bought
from my own money – there used to a little shop downtown that used to
sell the prettiest antiques and I had my eye on this one for a while so I
went and bought it as soon as I was let out of the hospital after your
father was born”, she told us with a wistful smile.

It really broke my heart to tell her there was nothing in the box and it hurt
even more when the tear slipped from her eyes so that is why

I said “I promise we will find it and get it back for you”

Esther stared at me in horror but I ignore her and focused on my meemaw.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! WHERE ON EARTH ARE WE GONNA FIND
THIS BLOODY LOCKET” Esther screamed at me.

I looked at her calmly and replied

“she looked so sad- we have to find it for her”

We wandered through the city for hours, retracing steps of the last day
she remembered wearing it – just before she handed it in to a jewelry
store for polish and stored it away for us. Nothing. I knew deep down in
my heart it couldn’t be here, meemaw got the locket and she kept it away
as soon as she did so it had to be stolen there was no other way. Just as I
was ready to give up I remembered something she told me years ago –
the man who was supposed to be delivering the locket had gotten into a
accident on this very bridge and meemaw said she had to come to the
bridge and get the locket and after that the box didn’t feel the same, she
never had the heart to check if its intact or destroyed, meaning she never
checked if it is there or not.

“Let’s check here,” I said, pulling Esther towards the bridge.


The bridge creaked beneath our feet as we walked along its edge. The
trees nearby were tangled, their branches forming dark, whispering
shadows. Just then my foot got stuck in a loose piece of wood yanking my
foot hard I fell on my back and saw something glinting—almost hidden
beneath the old wood.

I knelt down, heart pounding. There, inside the bridge was a gold heart
locket.

Esther gasped. “No way. How...?”

I grabbed it carefully. The gold locket glimmered, just as Meemaw had


described.

“I can’t believe we found it,” I whispered.

Esther stood frozen, eyes wide. “It was here all along…”

I didn’t have the words to explain why it felt right. But there, on that old
bridge, with the sounds of the city in the distance, it all made sense. We
weren’t just finding a locket—we were finding a piece of the past, of
Meemaw’s memories, that somehow found its way back to us.

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