That should be me.

As per normal, I cycled through the park, making my way to the mosque for Friday prayers. My name were called by a friend. So, I gave back his belongings. I locked the bicycle at the bicycle stand. Soon, I made my way in. Few minutes later, I check on myself, making sure that my belongings are with me. My wallet were not with me. I searched my other pockets thoroughly, making sure if my thoughts were right. I were panic-stricken as I confirmed that it wasn't with me. I thought, maybe, it has dropped somewhere nearby. Eyes were on me as I stand up, making my way out. I began my search at the bicycle stand. It wasn't there, making me more uncomfortable. And I thought, thats it and curse to the person who took it. My long holiday savings, my bus cards thats still filled to the brim, a picture of myself when I'm still in primary school, a piece of memory, and some other imporant things, all gone. So, I called up my house, telling my mother that I'd lost it. I felt a great sign of relief as my mother actually told me that I'd place it at home. How silly am I.