I inherited my Grandma’s charm bracelet when my aunt died. It’s thick and gold and jangly. My birth is memorialized twice, my brother’s once. There are anniversary charms, a sorority charm, Christmas charms. I remember playing with it when she wore it, asking about each charm, impressed by how many things she had to remember from her life. She needed a …
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