Well, my story begins like everyone else's, creation. Except the way I was created was probably very different than you or anyone else was. I was created in a silversmith. Parts of me were pulled out of the earth, loosened or cut and finally put together, the way someone wanted me. Therefore, unlike you, when I was created, people knew exactly what they were getting. I'm also probably a lot older than you and your parents, and maybe even your grandparents. Have you already guessed what they are? They are a necklace. My first owner was a nice and charming young girl who was given to her for her 16th birthday. When they first took me out of the case and put it around her neck I had the most exhilarating feeling of almost never being taken off unless she was sleeping or bathing. I met all his kids, went to all his schools, all his interviews, pretty much everywhere. She was a very happy little girl. Her name was Tracy Bronstein. Tracy's father owned Bronstein & Co. I'm not sure if they made or created it, but I know it was a large and successful company. Tracy's mother was a movie star. She was very distant, but so was Tracy, so I don't think she cared much. Tracy lived a normal life as a rich girl. She married another rich man, she also had three children, two girls and a boy. They too all lived similar lives to his. Unfortunately, Tracy eventually developed a heart problem and died. I, being one of her most precious possessions, was left to her nephew who took care of her when she was ill. She was told never to take it off. The granddaughter's name was Jane Bronstein.Part 2- JaneGrandmother died today. I know she was sick, very sick really, even though it still hurts. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that he is no longer in pain. I don't believe in God or anything like that like my family does. My mother, Charlotte, says she's in a better place now. I guess he's right. I will really miss it. The last thing he said to me was: ? Never take it off.? He handed me the necklace. It's a very pretty necklace and I'm so scared to make it into something I wear?