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. 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. 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.