The World As My Necklace

On a bright sunny afternoon when I was 9 years old, I came home from school and found an envelope on my desk. The right-slanted cursive writing on the front helped me put a name to the anonymous envelope sitting silently on my table. "Oh Appa," I thought out loud. I openned the crisp white, sealed envelope, to find a necklace inside; hanging from a black string was a small, silver, globe pendant in the middle with a red wooden bead on either side. There was a note attached that read: "because you mean the world to me."