It had been a few desperate and daunting years since I last wore a watch. Not because I didn’t love the watch that I owned, but because it was stolen from me. Those damn burglars! They will never be able to comprehend my feelings of lost. The things they took from me were mostly gifts from my loved ones' sweat and hard-earned savings. They probably sold them for a penny on every hundred dollar. I’ve lost so much…too much.
For the last few years, the only piece of jewelry I wondered whether to replace or not, a million times about, was my stolen watch. I don’t think having a cell phone will stop me from wanting to own a watch. And it won't be anything like what I had, but one of those Invicta watches could be fun! It is very reasonably priced and it wouldn't be something a burglar would want to break-in the house for.
I don’t live luxuriously, so I can’t see me replacing those stolen items, yet I have to live with the guilt of lost as I am writing this. I actually blamed myself for being burglarized. It was my fault that I left my jewelry in my house. I should have worn it with me at all times. I should not considered that my home is a safe place. And I might go to my grave after this life without those expensive jewelries and watch, or that one engagement ring I once had.
I can go into all these deep regrets and horrific feelings when I came home to see that my patio door was wide opened. The creepy feeling of walking up the stairs by myself to find my bedroom turned upside down. Then my bathroom vanity, my closet, and my drawers, everything looked as if a hurricane came through and shredded to pieces. My son’s rooms and my office was a war zone, everything thrown to the floor. I honestly had hoped that someone was playing a joke on me. After all if I was really burglarized, it would meant I will never see these sentimental things I owned ever again, and what is to be of me after that day? Exactly what is happening to me now, I will never own another piece of jewelry that is real ever again. Those damn thieves!
Yes. I haven’t fully recovered, but I am almost there.
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