"My father wore this ring till the day he suddenly passed on in January 1994, at the age of 74. The metal and stone were both cheap material. In those days, there were people coming from the Malayan jungles called Orang Asli (aboriginal people in Malay). These people sold stones like this spread on the ground. My father could have bought from them.
As to whether it was already cast into a ring, I am not sure. He was wearing it as far as I could remember. Maybe he had it before I was born. As far as I could remember he was always wearing it and it could be 100 years old. I retrieved the ring so that I could keep a part of him with me.
That evening he passed away, I returned home and slept on his bed. His smell was still fresh amongst the bedding. I can still remember that smell."
– Lee Ali, 65