When I was a child, I rarely got Birthday or Christmas presents from my parents , my father predominately was the one who wouldn't allow it, but occasionally my mother would put a little money away from the housekeeping and save and buy something small for me. One year for example when I was about 11 she bought me a little blue leather handbag...
On my 13th birthday she bought me a tiny heart shaped Gold signet ring, and I
loved it, Over the moon with it.... however I wasn't allowed to wear it in front of my father lest he demand where I'd got it.
So, getting ready for Girl Guides one night, and wearing my uniform, I heard him coming home, and quickly popped my ring into my tunic shirt pocket so he wouldn't see it.
Not being permitted to wear jewellery at Guides it stayed in my (buttoned) pocket until I got home...and when I went in to say goodnight to my mother I bent over and we both heard the tinkle of the ring fall out of my pocket onto the polished wooden floor.
MY Ring I cried in anguish ( it's
true I did )....

...and we both immediately searched every inch of that floor...
every inch. Not just that day but subsequent days...and the ring never was found. Even when we moved from that house about 6 months later and the room was completely bare we conducted another search, but we never did find it...and it was the very last gift my mother gave me!!