Gold Necklace Problem

Everyone carries some type of baggage around with them. Sometimes you look at someone and on the outside they look fine, but on the inside there could be one million things wrong with them. Sometimes these people are open about their baggage, and sometimes these people keep all their baggage to themselves. Some people need to go to a therapist every day to make it through the day because their baggage is so heavy and it is too much for them. Sometimes people don’t always have emotional baggage; they could have physical baggage as well. Some people carry physical baggage of a special piece of jewelry, a photograph of someone they love, or a lucky charm. Like these people, I too carry the physical baggage of gold necklace, sociological baggage …show more content…
My father is Italian and when he was ten years old he moved to America to start a new life. When I was born I got a gold necklace from him with gold charms on it. In a bunch of my baby pictures and in some of my school pictures from elementary school I’m wearing the necklace. One of the charms on the necklace is the cornicello, which translated from Italian means “little horn”. The charm almost looks like a golden pepper and that’s what most people who aren’t Italian think is around my neck. The horn is an amulet of good luck used for protection against the evil-eye curse or in simpler words a protection against evil. The other charm I have on my necklace is a hand gesture. The charm represents a hand gesture in which the index and little fingers are extended while the middle and ring fingers are curled into the palm. This charm is another charm for protection against evil. I don’t always wear my necklace but when I do I do feel a lot …show more content…
When I was little I always thought my parents were happy together and that they would never get divorced. About six years ago my mother put me on the bus and that was the last time I saw her for a long time. I remember my father not telling me what was happening between him and my mother because he thought I was too little and I could not handle it. I went about two months without seeing or talking to my mother because my father would not allow me to contact my mother. I spent many nights crying myself to sleep because I missed my mother so much and I just wanted her to hug me. When I finally got to see my mother after a long time it was the best day ever for both of us. We did so many fun things together but when her weekend with me came to an end, it was back to reality. My parents’ divorce had a very strong effect on me, as a result of their divorce, many things changed within me. I’m scared of commitment, and I never think anything will last forever. I do not follow through with many things because I’m scared to commit myself to certain things. I also think nothing good lasts forever. Anytime something good happens to me my first thought is it is only a matter of time before everything falls apart. My parents’ divorce also made me not want to get married so I do not have to go through what my parents went through. In present time to today I still have some issues with my parents but what teenager doesn’t. My