It was a normal Saturday morning when I left home to run a few errands in town. The streets were busy, people rushing everywhere, and I was juggling my handbag, a shopping list, and a cup of coffee. In the chaos, I didn’t even notice the moment someone slipped my phone out of my bag. I only realized it was gone when I reached the supermarket checkout counter. My heart sank. My whole life was on that phone work files, photos, contacts, everything.
I retraced my steps in panic, asking a few street vendors if they had seen anyone suspicious. No one had. I quickly borrowed a phone and tried calling my number, but it was already switched off. That was when the reality hit me hard. In town, once your phone is gone, it’s as good as lost forever. I went home feeling helpless, angry, and heartbroken. It wasn’t even just about the money; it was about losing something that felt like a part of me.…CONTINUE READING
