Old Golden Ladybug

I own an old golden necklace with a little ladybug pendant.  It drapes against my collarbones delicately; the way most thin gold chains do.  The ladybug isn't any bigger than the tip of my index finger.  A long time ago it was the size of my thumb.  I would press the ladybug into my thumb and bring it to my lips; I believed it would bring good luck.  I would wear it every day, underneath my t-shirts.  I would wear it every night, underneath my pajamas.  I would wear it in the shower, in the pool, at the beach, and at school.  Now all the little gems that used to adorn the little golden ladybug have fallen off.  The black paint of the head started to chip away and the red of the wings isn't as vibrant as it used to be.  I stopped wearing it a long time ago; it kept getting tangled with my cross.  While I love my cross and I love my God, there is something special about pressing an old golden ladybug into my thumb and kissing it for good luck.  Everyone can have a cross, but only I have an old golden ladybug.

(fun fact I have two versions of this necklace, cuz the first one broke.  the first one still has all of its gems too.  both were presents from my grandma whom I miss very much.)