When our house got robbed November and when my mom's phone got snatched from her bag in the mall last week, I've been quite jaded. After 30 years of pretty much being safe, suddenly there was a bit of paranoia, fear, and trauma. That my safe bubble has been burst.
Sunday my dad accidentally left his tablet in the comfort room in the mall. He came back for it soon enough and it was gone. My sisters and I were quite pessimistic and was telling him not to expect to get it back. But I was still praying to Saint Anthony that we could get it back.
And indeed the following day when I was about ready to buy my dad a new one, the guy who found it contacted us. He works in the maintenance of a serviced apartment near the mall. We set to meet that day for my dad to get it back.
It's comforting to know that there are still good people out there. And prayers really get answered. Really hope the love and honesty go around.
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