The day I lost my wallet
A wallet is the most important thing people carry every day. If someone were lost it, they might be upset for a long time, just like me. When I was seven years old, I was given a small wallet to keep my pocket-money in. It made me feel grown-up and I carried it proudly in my hip pocket. One day, during recess in school, I discovered that my wallet was missing. Losing my wallet made me depressed for the rest of the day. I could not believe I did something so stupid. I searched all my pockets but could not find it. There were a couple of ringgit or so in the wallet and without it I could not buy anything to eat.
I was close to tears. It was not so much because of losing my precious wallet but because I might get a scolding from my parents. My wallet contained my credit card, student ID, and a couple of hundred dollars. Anyhow, I went hungry that day.
After recess, I was in no mood to study at all. I kept thinking about how I lost my wallet and what my parents would do to me. How was I going to explain the loss? I did not know whether someone had pinched it from my pocket or it had merely fallen out. I prayed that someone would find it and return it to me. I was in no mood to do anything.
My prayers came to naught. Fortunately, I did not have to pay to get on my school bus. My fare was paid for monthly.
The person without that wallet could be cranky or depressed for a while. When I told my mother about my loss, she was clearly angry. I received a long lecture about my carelessness. When my father came home, I received another lecture. Also, I was told that there would not be any more wallets for me until I got older.
Maybe something of great sentimental value was in that wallet. This person could stay hold these feelings for a long time until they find their belongings by which case they are filled with joy. So for the rest of the year and two years following, I carried my pocket-money (which became only a ringgit) in my pocket, without any wallet. I am glad to say I never lost any money again. I had learned to be more careful. It is not pleasant to lose something and then get scolded for losing it.
