I’m 24, and my mom died recently. Before she passed, she left me one thing I wear every day. On the first anniversary of her death, my dad’s new wife threw a backyard party, and I ended up in the hospital. When I woke up, I touched my ears out of habit and felt nothing.I’m 24. My mom died recently. Like, the kind of recent where her voice is still saved in my phone and I keep forgetting she won’t answer.Before she passed, she gave me one thing. A pair of diamond earrings. A family heirloom. Worth about $15k, allegedly.To me, they were a reminder of my mom.I wear them every day. Not because I’m trying to show off. Because touching them had become a ritual. When my chest gets tight or my brain starts spiraling, I tap my earlobe and think, “Okay. She’s still with you.”My dad remarried fast. Stupid fast.

And not just to “someone new.”He remarried to my mom’s cousin.Her name is Celeste.The first time Dad said it, I actually laughed out loud. Like he’d told me a messed-up joke.He sat me down at the kitchen table, the same one my mom used to lean on while she cut fruit, and said, “I need you to be open-minded.”I stared at him. “Open-minded about you marrying Mom’s cousin.”Dad flinched. “Don’t say it like that.”Celeste drifted in from the living room as if she’d been waiting for her cue. She smiled slow and confidentSweetie,” she said, “grief makes people lash out. I understand.I remember thinking, You do not get to call me sweetie. Not in my mom’s house.