This is a picture of a shell my grandpa found while working on a fishing boat. It’s not particularly colorful, and it doesn’t shine like most shells, but it’s easily the most beautiful shell I have ever seen.
He gave it to my grandma when they first got together, and it has since then been passed onto my mother, before being given to me. With all its cracks, chips, and ridges I never get tired of holding it.
I’m incredibly proud to be able to keep this piece of my family’s history.