I woke up this morning and my favorite pair of sunglasses was gone. I looked under the rugs, in the cabinets, and under the sofas. I looked in my car, in my apartment, and around town. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember where I lost them. “They’re gone,” I sighed after wasting a few hours looking for them.
“Caitlin,” mom stated somewhat calmly, yet reluctantly.
“They’ve been gone for months.”
I melted into the floor, as the reality sunk in. Gone forever.
A few weeks later, I spotted my sunglasses perched on the slightly pointy nose of a skinny, pretty brunette. It was a perfect fit, and as much as I wanted those sunglasses for myself, they never really were mine. They were always hers. I pray she keeps my sunglasses safe.
-C
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