My friend who stole my watch
My friend who stole my watch
{Some suspicions are sins}
Many of the people we love leave suddenly without warning. Death does not wait for anyone to say goodbye to his family and loved ones. Instead, it kidnaps him suddenly, which is what happened with my father.
He was an athletic man who looked after his health and never smoked cigarettes or drank alcohol. No one would have expected him to leave in such a sudden way because of a heart attack!
My father passed away a month ago, leaving my mother and me alone to cry for him. Nevertheless, my father taught me how to choose my friends well, so I found moral support from several of them, especially my good friend Sam.
Sam took time off from work, spent the first week of my father's death at home with me, and helped me prepare for the funeral. He is an excellent friend.
Sam did not stop visiting us even after the mourning period had passed. Instead, he continued to come and help me clean the house and buy the necessary needs. My mother was still experiencing the trauma of losing my father and could not do anything.
Fortunately, my father gave me a valuable wristwatch that he had for my last birthday in his youth. However, it has become old and leaves a mark on the wrist from its iron belt when worn. But I loved it so much. It was the only memory of my father. This hour prevented me from being late for work in the morning, helped me organise my time at work, and reminded me of my evening appointment with my friend Sandra, whom I intend to confess my love for soon. I felt like my father was watching and encouraging me through this wristwatch. I didn't even take it off my hands until I showered.
Last Monday, I came home after a hard day's work to find my mother sprawled on the sofa as she has done every day since my father's death. I kissed her hands and consoled her with the exact repeated words. I will suggest that she see a psychiatrist who will help her overcome the loss of my father soon. Then I went to take a hot bath to calm my nerves. Then Sam came, and we started arranging my father's room and sorting out some of his clothes and books, which would be distributed to people experiencing poverty. When we finished, it was already evening, and I remembered that I had a date today with my friend, Sandra. I had not met her since my father's death after our relationship was burning with passion; we were heading to confess our feelings and take a severe step in the relationship. I wanted to know what time it was, but when I searched for my watch, I did not find it on my desk, where I left it!
Sam quickly said goodbye to me and left the house; then I dressed so as not to be late for my friend Sandra. I can't lie; I was thinking about the clock the whole time with Sandra; I didn't even notice most of her words. The next day Sam visited me, but when I looked at his wrist, I saw a mark that looked like the one my watchstrap made on the wrist! I asked him about it; he seemed confused! He told me that he helped his little brother fix his bike, and maybe he needed to wash his hands properly. I'm starting to suspect Sam stole my watch! I felt that he was nervous and in a hurry, so he evaded my help in looking for the watch! I'm starting to remember his reaction when I showed him the watch for the first time! He must have wanted it for himself, so he took advantage of me forgetting it on my desk and stole it without realising it. I looked for the watch everywhere and couldn't find it. Sam had the thief's gait, the thief's tension, the thief's speech, and the thief's evasion. I felt sad and angry because my best friend cheated on me. I even stopped answering his calls and messages. I felt that I hated him.
In the morning, before I go out to work. The doorbell rang. I opened the door; it was our neighbour, Sally; she was in charge of the charity that would distribute my father's things to people experiencing poverty; I thought she was here to ask if there were any more boxes.
But when I looked at her hand, I found her holding my watch!
What does my watch do with you? I asked her
She answered me:
Good morning; I found the watch in the boxes you sent last week and wanted to make sure you wanted to donate it; I know you're attached to it.
I took the watch from her and thanked her. So it wasn't Sam who stole my watch!
I went out to Sam's house. He opened the door for me. He didn't have a thief's face! Not a thief's walk! And no thief stress!
I found myself hugging him and crying, remembering his support for me consistently since childhood, especially at my father's condolences.
I repeated what my father taught me: “Some suspicions are sins.”
