“Mom,” I said, “what’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry, Sara, but I lost your butterfly necklace while doing the laundry. I found it in your jeans pocket before putting everything in the washer. I put it in my purse for safekeeping, but it must have fallen out as I was moving things around.”
She burst into tears. I rushed over to give her a hug.
“I have other necklaces, Mom,” I said. “Don’t worry.”
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