In a safe place, I found a golden treasure. Wrapped in soft velvet, I held in my hands once more my Aunt Eva’s antique watch. It was like sipping red wine, as a feeling of warmth intoxicated my spirit with memories of the past. I turned it over, and carefully ran my fingers across its beautiful casing, for there, embedded in the gold, I knew I would find a tooth print of my little cousin. Opening the watch cover, I saw the wedding pictures of my grandparents, telling me an unending story of human love. This was a gift I now held in my heart.

Long ago, before we felt the sunlight on our sh...