One evening in July, I noticed my wedding ring—which I had worn for over half a century was missing. I was very 1. I looked everywhere. No2.
My memory3to the day when I encountered my former seatmate, who I had4contact with since our graduation from primary school. Then our love5began. He offered me the ring a few months later, small but perfect.
The daydream passed. My daughter called.
"Mom, you should shop for a new ring." She was6. "Where do you want to go?" she asked. "The pawn shop (典当店) close by." I said.
At the shop, we found five jewelry cases to7. This would be an exercise in8. We picked out three rings from the first case, but9of them really fascinated me. So we continued to the next case. I picked up the first. As I10it on my finger, I shouted, "Here's my lost ring! See how it just11."
I wanted to know how my ring had ended up there, so the police had to get12. It turned out a girl had found it in the mall parking lot.
Weeks have gone. I'm13in amazement that I found my ring. How did I decide to enter that shop? The work of angels? Just curiosity? I'm not sure I'll ever know. But I did learn that sometimes things are gone for a while14 they reappear to be claimed. Just15my man, and my ring.
