That watch meant everything to me.I searched everywhere in our cramped room. I checked under the beds, behind the dresser, and even in the closet. Nothing. My frustration grew, and one day, weeks later, I decided to look in the basement. Maybe, just maybe, the boys had taken it there while playing. I went down the creaky stairs, the basement dimly lit by a single bulb. My heart pounded as I moved boxes and old toys around. And then, I saw it.My watch was on the floor, but it wasn’t the same.
The glass was cracked, and the hands were frozen. I picked it up, feeling a lump in my throat. How could they be so careless? This was all I had of Mom.I clenched the broken watch in my hand and went upstairs to find Penny. She was in the living room, scrolling through her phone.“Penny, I need to talk to you,” I said firmly. She looked up, annoyed. “What’s your problem now, weirdo?” “Your brothers took my watch. They broke it!” I said, showing her the damage.“Well, don’t order them around. They’re MY brothers, so you have no right to tell them what they should be doing, and they’re just kids,” she said casually. I was stunned. “This watch was from Mom, Penny! That’s all I have left of her!”“So? I don’t care. It’s just a watch, after all,” she said, not even looking up from her phone. “It’s not just a watch,” I muttered, but she wasn’t listening. I could feel tears coming to my eyes.I didn’t want her to see me crying, so I walked away, feeling more alone than ever. Sitting on the bed in my small room, I held the broken watch and cried like a small child. This house didn’t feel like home, and I missed Mom more than ever.
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