We live in a house that has three bedrooms. In the past, my father and I had separate rooms that were equipped with toilets, and the smaller room served as Dad’s study. The fact that Penny is currently residing in my room means that I am forced to share the cramped space with both Peter and William. Due to the lack of available room, I have packed all of my books, as well as my telescope and other materials, into the basement.At some point, I became aware that my watch was missing. The watch was not any ordinary watch; it was a present from my mother to me before she passed away from cancer. I place a great deal of importance on that watch.In our confined space, I looked in every nook and cranny.
Under the beds, behind the dresser, and even in the closet were all places that I looked for it. None of it. The frustration I felt increased, and after a few weeks had passed, I made the decision to look in the basement. Perhaps, as a matter of fact, the lads had brought it there while they were playing. I descended the squeaky stairs, and the basement was illuminated by a solitary lamp that was barely lit. In the process of moving boxes and old toys about, my heart was pounding. Then, I was able to see it.
