Pre-Birthday Gift

I lost my cell phone today. 

I wasn't mugged, ok? Far from it. If I wasn't going to set its alarm clock, I wouldn't be alerted that it's missing. Search the bag. Check the jeans in the laundry shoot. Where? Where?

Tried to remember. I was eating chips as I walked home with my sister. We were discussing stuff. I remembered littering the plastic when my sister said "Finish this off!" (Yes, I could be stupidly unconcerned with the environment sometimes and it's bad, I know).

Anyway, I dressed up and went outside to look.

It's just an old cell phone! 

Yeah, but there are memories in that phone! Like when I took pictures of our old house before we moved out or the time when my youngest sister would get my phone and record her funny antics when she was smaller or the total running call time that I don't want to reset because it's the length of time I've spent talking to my bestfriend or my contacts...Argh!

I am attached to it, I admit and as I retraced my steps, I cannot help but be worried. Did it get crushed? Did someone pick it up? Am I going to find it?

Finally I reach the spot where I threw my garbage a bit earlier. It's not there either! I walk on further...Total disappointment. It's time to head back.

"Why do we get attached to our things?" It was the question on loop mode in my head. I could move on by buying another one at a cheaper price ne? All of a sudden, out of the darkened path, I see a shadow walking towards me. "Ah...hello? Ah yes..." A man's voice trailed as he walked on holding his cellphone in his ear! 

Tsk. Tsk. 

I reach the house, my sister opens the door and the first thing that I blurt out: "Did you find it?"

"No."