A story about some diamond earrings

I have a pair of diamond studs. My mom gave them to me one day when I was rifling through one of her drawers. I pulled out the little blue velvet box and opened it.

Me: "Mom, I've never seen you wear these. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen these before at all."

My mom: "Oh! THOSE. You can have those."

Me: "You're just giving me diamonds like it's no big thing? Seriously?"

My mom: "Well, okay. Here's the story. I CAN'T wear those."

Me: "Do they hurt your ears or something? Because then I don't want them either."

My mom: "No, silly, they're gold. They don't hurt my ears. I just don't want them, I've never worn them so you can have them."

Me: "Moommmm, I smell a much bigger storrrryyyy."

My mom: "Okay, fine. Is your dad outside right now? Yes? Okay. Shortly after your dad and I started dating, this guy I used to know showed up at my apartment. He told me he had brought me a present. I was pretty surprised because I had never dated this guy, but whatever. He gave me those diamonds and I freaked out. I told him I couldn't accept them, they were inappropriate, the whole bit. I had no idea he even LIKED ME. In fact, one of my good friends was practically in love with the guy, so I felt really badly. I guess he was pretty upset, so he left. Oh, and he was from New Jersey or somewhere, so it wasn't like I saw him often, we had only met maybe 3 or 4 times. Anyways, he left, and a few hours later I noticed the earrings were sitting on my table in the box. I don't think I ever talked to him again, just saw him at some weddings and stuff. I think his name was Eric."

Me: "MOM."

My mom: "What?! What was I supposed to do?! I was dating your dad at the time! I hid them in a drawer. You just found them. Take them. Don't tell your dad ANY OF THIS."

And that's how I came to own my first pair of diamond earrings. I wear them all the time and laugh whenever I think of where they came from. Thanks, Eric!

Cheers,