First it was her sister's sixteenth birthday party. She was sitting down at the table, scowling across at that very same necklace, now restored to its former glory, sitting in the palms of her sister's hands. It was the family heirloom, passed down from eldest daughter to eldest daughter, but Sasha was jealous. It wasn't her fault that she was born second, and she wanted that necklace. Why did her sister get it, just because she was older? But this memory didn't last. As soon as it started, it was over, dissolving into the next.