Dusk fell as i sauntered back home from school. Exhausted after a long, hectic and weary day at school, i wished that i was just a step away from home.

As i trudged along the cold, hard, cement floor of my block of flats, a shiny object lying motionlessly on the ground caught my attention. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I picked it up and examined it. I was shocked for a moment when i realised that it resembled my sister's phone. I tried to think of some other possibilities to confirm that it was her's but I just couldn't get to turn it on because the battery was flat.

Feeling disheartened, i brought that phone back with me back home so that i could charge it and find the owner. Just as I was about to enter my house, I heard a sobbing sound near the staircase. It sounded familliar. As i was an inquisitive guy, i tried to find out who that person was. To my surprised, it was my sister! I tried to ask her what had happened but to no avail.

After she managed to regained back her composure, she explained to me that she had lost her handphone and was scared to go back home. After hearing her explanation, i remembered about the phone that I found. As i was about to show it to her, she quickly asked how i got that phone. I told her about it and she was certain that it was her's because she had forgotten to charged it and furthermore she realised that she lost it once she was on the lift.

Then, she immediately appologised to me and promised that she would not be careless anymore. After that lesson, she felt very stupid that she was ignorant to the surroundings and should be more careful next time. I was pissed off with her attitude but i didn't told my mum about it because when i reflect back on what she had done, it made me realised that i also used to experience that. So, as a kind and understanding brother, i decided to let her off this time.