Last week, I lost my bracelet that I had for about 2 or 3 years—one of my absolute favorite pieces.
It was super colorful, so I could easily match it with pretty much any outfit, whether it was green, orange, red, or pink.
When I noticed it was gone while I was in a taxi, I checked everywhere—both in the car and my bag, but no luck finding it.
When I got home, I started looking everywhere for my bracelet.
I checked all the spots I’d been that morning, but couldn’t find it.
Even after searching, it’s still gone—maybe it just wasn’t meant to be mine.
My sister knocked my room door and said “Hey, why did you leave your bracelet outside the house?”
I suppose the auntie who sweeps outside probably found it on the floor and hung it on the window.
Silly me! I was just busy searching on the floor
Yes, what’s meant for me will always be mine—no one can take it away.
Thank you! I believe that “god must have spent a little more time on me”.
