"This comb was your Grandma Swan's," my mother Rene had told me on my wedding day. "We added the sapphires. It's something old and something blue... and your first family heirloom. We're passing it on to you, and you can pass it on to your daughter..."
Her voice catches as if she already knows... knows I'll never have a daughter. Despite that, I promised her I would -- I made a promise I had no prayer of keeping.... but I couldn't tell my mother that. I didn't lie so much as withheld the fact that my having a daughter -- or a child at all -- was not in the cards.
Ah, Fate... she has a way of surprising us all.
My sapphire comb today is yours, Renesmee. I hope you wear it well and one day pass it down to your own daughter. It's the wish of every mother, a piece of you traveling into eternity through your daughter's hands. Rene asked me to ensure her piece of eternity once upon my wedding day...
And today, I've kept my promise.
- Isabella Swan Cullen
Renesmee Cullen belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Art and blurb by Mandi Pope, 2014.
Medium: Ink on Sketchbook Paper.
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