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The Lesson of the Lost Wallet |
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At the tender age of seven, a momentous occasion unfolded in my life: I was
gifted a diminutive wallet to safeguard my precious pocket money. This small
yet significant possession instilled in me a sense of maturity, and I
carried it with pride, nestled in the confines of my hip pocket.
However, one fateful day during the school recess, my world was thrown into
disarray as I realized my wallet was missing. Panic surged within me as I
frantically searched through every pocket, but alas, it remained elusive.
Within its folds lay a few ringgit, essential funds that would have afforded
me the sustenance I so desperately needed.
My heart grew heavy, and I found myself teetering on the brink of tears. It
was not merely the loss of my cherished wallet that tormented me, but the
looming fear of facing my parents' reprimands. Yet, my stomach growled in
protest, forcing me to endure hunger throughout the day.
After recess, my mind was ill-equipped to focus on my studies. Instead, I
became consumed by the mystery of my lost wallet and the dread of the
impending confrontation with my parents. How could I possibly explain this
calamity? I could not discern whether someone had deftly plucked it from my
pocket or if it had simply slipped away unnoticed. In silent desperation, I
prayed for the benevolent return of my treasured possession.
Yet, my prayers went unanswered. Thankfully, I was spared the burden of
paying for the school bus, as my fare was settled monthly.
Summoning my courage, I confided in my mother about the unfortunate
incident, only to be met with visible anger. She embarked on a lengthy
lecture, underscoring my carelessness. Later, when my father returned home,
I was met with yet another stern admonition. Moreover, it was decreed that
no more wallets would be bestowed upon me until I demonstrated greater
responsibility.
Thus, for the ensuing year and the two that followed, I managed my meager
pocket money—now reduced to a mere ringgit—directly in my pocket, devoid of
any wallet. I am proud to declare that I never lost a single coin
thereafter. The ordeal imparted a valuable lesson in vigilance and
conscientiousness. The sting of losing something dear, coupled with the
rebuke that accompanied it, left an indelible mark upon my young mind. |
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