One object, three ages
It starts the morning
her mum ties her hair.
six
The gift
Too big for her ponytail. She wears it anyway, because it's her mum's — and now it's hers.
sixteen
The keeper
It lives on her wrist through everything — exams, heartbreaks, buses missed and caught. Always there.
thirty-six
The return
She finds it in a drawer and knows exactly whose hair it belongs in now. Full circle.