17 Years-
i proudly announced to the whole world,
it was ONE and SIX days old.
Its birthday was on 1.6.2008.
Late one night, mum and dad returned home
and i thought with jealousy over their shopping spree.
Mum entered my room and handed me a rectangular bag.
i thought, it was Brand's essence.
and put it away on the ground, but.
It was a phone mum and dad have gotten me for my 17th birthday.

ONE year and SIX days after,
its in someone else's hands.
i will never see it ever again.
WHY, did society have to marr my trust in it... when i chose to believe Singaporeans could have a kind heart to care for the unprivileged, the righteousness to distinct right, from wrong... the tumulous education regime in Singapore has failed.

I did not tear on the spot. Because mum did not scold me.
MUM DID NOT SCOLD ME.
But i know my broken heart pierced hers.
Because, it was my birthday present.
and it wasnt because of the cheap phone, the precious pictures, or the songs or the STARRY pouch from thailand.

It was a birthday gift,
Stolen.
Stolen this pocket of my life.
By someone i cannot even picture,
to trample on in my next life.
I will never carry my black OP backpack ever again,
it has given me this phobia...
and it occurred in AMK HUB.
The place Greenies used to belong to.
Not, unscrupulous pickpockets.
Even on a noobish girl like me.
Why had it occurred?
I will go pray.
That something close wouldnt be wrenched from me again.
I'm stunned.
My unzipped bag- as though my heart was removed.
I hurt mum and dad.
and the phone that i have never lost hope in.
Because its Significant
On my 17th birthday.

That's the sole reason my tears guzzled out.
It was a gift from mum and dad.

dont tell me its alright, because its not
dont tell me its just a phone; it was a special gift
dont tell me time will heal the lost; nothing will ever replace this phone in my heart
because, it was the first phone;
and mum and dad chose it, For me.
with their love, in it.

I'm sorry.