Last week, I went to the market on my bicycle to buy some books. I placed my bicycle outside the shop and went inside. I bought the books I needed and came out of the shop, but… I was horrified to see that my bicycle wasn’t there.
I enquired of people near the shop but it was of no use. No one knew anything about it. I searched everywhere near the shop but couldn’t find it. I was really upset. The bicycle was a gift from my father. I wanted to cry.
I went home after searching for some more time. When I reached home, I was astonished to see my bicycle parked where it usually is. When I entered the house, my brother started scolding me for leaving my bicycle unattended and unlocked. He had brought it home, thinking I had carelessly left it there. I was so relieved. I didn’t know whether to thank my brother or fight with him for once again taking something from me without informing me.
