“When I was little, maybe six years old, my father went to Mexico on holiday. He must have gone panning for gold, because he brought me back this little golden nugget and, as he was a blacksmith, he drilled a hole in the top so that I could wear it as a necklace.
I kept it on for a few years before I completely forgot about it. Then, last Christmas, I had to empty out my childhood home and found it in my bedroom. I started wearing it again because it reminds me of him. I…
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