Candle squealed when she came into the room. Bertie was asleep, shook awake to see her sister showing her a shiny diamond on her finger.
“What is this Candle?” 

Candle was shaking her hand around, the diamond catching the lantern they had for a light source reflecting it with prism love.
“Galvin gave me this for christmas, isn’t it beautiful?” Bertie wasn’t sure what it was, why anyone would want a rock on their hand.

“Is it comfortable?” she asked.

“It’s fine. Galvin says in the olden times people would wear this as a sign of commitment to one another. Like he wants to just be with me!” 

Bertie did not want to dissuade her sister’s passionate excitement, and she had to admit Galvin had lasted longer than most boys in Candles life. “So like Momma and Papa?” she asked innocently enough. Candle’s excitement quickly went away as she thought about her parents. They never talked about them, it had been so long since they were on their own, they were like a dream.
“I guess so.” Candle said solemnly. She sat on the bed and stared at the ring, thinking of her mother for the first time in years. Bertie came over and laid her head on Candle’s shoulder. She grabbed her hand and inspected the ring.
“It is very pretty Candle. For a rock, that is.”
That got a chuckle out of Candle and they sat there together for a while admiring her new shiny diamond.