Mantra Beads Necklace

⟡ 316 Stainless Steel PVD Plating
⟡ 18K Gold Plating/ Steel
⟡ <19g weight
⟡ 38.5 + 5.5cm length
⟡ Tarnish Free, Water Safe Jewellery
⟡ Hypoallergenic

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Love Story 5: Daddy’s Girl by Shy & Curious TM

When I was younger, my dad and I had a secret ritual. On cool quiet Sunday evenings, the whiff of shoe polish and sound of scratchy bristles brushing against his leather shoes was my cue to poke my head outside our gate and join him. As he meticulously buffed his work shoes amongst my mother’s potted plants, I would regale him with stories of what happened in school for the week while he would listen and pique up with his own take and advice. He’ll then share his own tales in exchange about his life as a boy growing up figuring out his place in the world.

I used to marvel at his adventures, while looking up at the night sky dreamily as he spoke with the rhythmic lull of the brush against leather as the soundtrack. I felt so proud and awed that it was me whom he chose me to share these secrets with.

When he went away for business trips, I would pace around the house restless and almost bursting at the seams with keeping my stories to myself as I counted down the days when he’ll be back. Then just like magic, I’ll wake up to the heady sting of tobacco and tiptoe to my parents bedroom where my dad sat in the morning light smoking his cigarette next to my sleeping mum. On one of those returns, he saw me peeking at the doorway and motioned me towards the dressing table where a small plastic bag was. “Baby, Papa saw this and thought of you. Papa hope you like it.”

Gleefully I ran over to it and open the bag, it was a beautiful black beaded necklace with a large gold heart pendant anchored to it. It felt so smooth to the touch and glistened in the soft morning light. Not only was it so pretty but it was the fact that he had me in mind back home even while he was out conquering the world. One day 30 years later, I’ll be sitting in my own bedroom with trinkets and baubles from my escapades around the world and wonder when did we drift apart. But on that quiet Sunday morning, the little girl was so happy that Papa was finally home. “Yes Pap, baby love it! So Papa, guess what Baby did this week…”