My Treasured Possession
The Christmas of 1999, I received the best Christmas gift of my life. It may not have been special to anyone else, but to me, it was and is my treasured possession . This is the story leading up to the Christmas of 1999. My uncle was a missionary in Sri Lanka in the 1950s. While he was there, he purchased a large yellow-colored jewel and gave it to my grandma as a gift on one of his trips back to the United States. The jewel was unset and stored in a black velvet bag. My grandma tucked her cherished gift away in her dresser drawer, and there it stayed until 1973 when she died. While sorting through my grandma's things following her death, my mother found the black velvet bag with the jewel. She took it home and put it in her jewelry box. I remember taking it out on a few occasions to hold it in my hand. It was beautiful and felt good resting in the palm of my hand. Then in 1975, my mother died, I was 18. When we went through her jewelry box, I saw that y