Lost and Found

Woke up late this morning, jumped into a cab and headed for Tuas. The traffic flow was almost comig to a stop due to some serious accident ahead. Took me almost an hour to reach Tuas then I reach for my wallet and realised that I have only 24 dollar with me. As the meter hit 24 dollar, I asked the driver to stop at the roadside and I walked the remaining journey. After I settled in at my desk, checked my mails and stuff, I reach for the pocket at the back of my pants and oh shit.. my wallet was gone. I searched my bag and my desk but in vain. There was nothing really valuable except for...... J's photo.. I stared out the window and felt terrible inside. Not long ago, I lost my handphone containing all the sms from J and now I lost the only photo I had.... I struggled through the day going through motion.

I dragged myself home and just a couple of minutes ago, a man turned up at my door with my wallet. He left after I rewarded him with some money. I looked at the photo and wonder, if only some things that are lost can be found......