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The Fateful Day of My Wallet's Disappearance |
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At the tender age of seven, a momentous occasion occurred in my life: I was
bestowed with a diminutive wallet to safeguard my treasured pocket-money.
Possessing this small, yet significant item made me feel exceedingly grown
up, and I carried it with pride snug in my hip pocket.
However, on one particular day during school recess, my world was disrupted
as I realized my wallet was missing. Panic surged through me as I
frantically searched all my pockets, but alas, it remained elusive. Inside
rested a few ringgit, vital funds that would have allowed me to purchase my
much-needed sustenance.
My heart weighed heavy, and I teetered on the brink of tears. It was not
merely the loss of my cherished wallet that afflicted me, but the fear of
facing the potential reprimands from my parents. Nonetheless, my stomach
rumbled, and I had to endure hunger that day.
Post-recess, my mind was in no state to focus on my studies. Instead, I
dwelled on the mystery of my lost wallet and dreaded the forthcoming
confrontation with my parents. How would I explain this calamity? I could
not fathom whether someone had cunningly plucked it from my pocket or if it
had merely slipped away unnoticed. In silent desperation, I prayed for the
benevolent return of my wallet.
Yet, my prayers went unanswered. Thankfully, I was spared from paying for
the school bus, as my fare was settled monthly.
Summoning my courage, I disclosed the unfortunate incident to my mother, who
was visibly angered. She embarked on a lengthy lecture, emphasizing my
carelessness. Later, when my father arrived home, I faced yet another
lecture. Moreover, it was decreed that no more wallets would be granted to
me until I matured and demonstrated more responsibility.
Thus, for the ensuing year and the subsequent two, I managed my meager
pocket-money (which had dwindled to a mere ringgit) directly in my pocket,
bereft of any wallet. I am proud to attest that never again did I lose a
single coin. The ordeal had taught me a valuable lesson in vigilance and
conscientiousness. The sting of losing something dear and facing the rebuke
for such a loss left an indelible mark on my young mind. |
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