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: "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!