Once there was a girl. As she was traveling along her way, she spotted something glittering in the mud. She picked it up, wiping away the muck, and beheld a beautiful
bracelet of gold. She liked it very much, and she put it on, admiring the way it sparkled. Very pleased with her new find, she continued on her way. She did not notice at first, but as she made her way back home she began to be weighed down.
Something wasn’t right. Why did her wrist feel so heavy? She thought about taking the bracelet off, but she liked it so much! "It is only a small bracelet" she rationalized. "It must be because of something else!" By the time she finally
made it back to her house she was completely exhausted. "Mother, father, come look!" "Do you like the bracelet I found?" She lifted her hand feebly to show her parents. They looked, and cried out in alarm. "You must take that off quickly my dear!
It isn't good!" At first she was angry with her parents. She looked down at her wrist. She liked her bracelet! How could something so beautiful be bad? But her love and trust in her parents meant more to her than any bracelet. She took it
off and handed it to her father. As she softened her heart, truly letting it go, she saw that it wasn't truly a gold bracelet; something to be treasured. It was a shackle, with a heavy weight at the end of it.
Witten by Miranda