This Chick Here: The Ring

I have a Ring. Its a crown with one of the sides broken up and the top piece missing; its damaged, its old and it hardly ever matches my clothing.

I wear it on the ring finger of my left hand.

Adults always mock me with amused glances and disparaging remarks such as: "Are you getting married?" or "Who's your fiance?" or the ever popular "Your ring is on the wrong finger." accompanied by a pitying look for my apparent ignorance on the placement of rings. Even the photographers who were taking my Senior Pictures wanted to know if I wanted to switch the Ring to my other hand.

To that I looked them in the eye and told them 'No' with the barely restrained patience of someone who has been asked the same question too many times before.

No, the Ring is not on the wrong finger nor is it placed there because of my ignorance of ring placement rituals.

Its there for a reason.