Cellphone Incident

Two days ago, I lost my phone for the first time in my life. It slipped off my pocket and I wasn’t sure where or when did it happen. The cellphone was very special to me for a number of reasons. I got it from my dad as a present when I passed the Ateneo College Entrance Exam. It was a Nokia 6600 and it was my dream phone back then. When I checked my pockets and my bag and found out that it was no where to be seen, a lot of things entered my mind. I did not know what to do or where to go. I wasn’t worried at all about losing the phone. In fact, I was more concerned about the messages and pictures it contained. It’s not that these messages and pictures had anything in them that would expose something bad or controversial about me. Instead, they were special to me because they contained glimpses of a very memorable and happy past. I felt like crying because for me, losing my cellphone was like losing a loved one. The thought of not being able to see my pictures or read my messages drained the life and happiness out of me. I felt hopeless. I felt dead…But NO. Fortunately, someone found my cellphone. He’s a friend of mine and he returned it to me the next day. Thank you very much Earl! and Robby too!