Personal Narrative Essay About My Wallet

I will never forget the wallet my mom bought me for my 16th birthday. This wallet was blue from the Tommy Hilfiger brand. When she first gave it to me she put $100 in it. It made me feel special because that was my very first wallet. I will never forget how good I felt with having my very own wallet. I finally had something to put my money, cards, coupons, and even my house key in. I still remember that day I was home alone all day after school and bored. As soon as my mom walked in she had cake and then gave me my wallet I was feeling better and got happy. Now since I have never had a wallet I never knew that males put them in their back pocket. I use to always walk around with mine in my front pocket until someone told me I always find that

It had all my information in it I don 't even know where and when I lost it. It had to have slipped out of my pocket without me noticing. I remember being sad the whole day. I searched for it for about a week straight. I even went and look around outside for it I had to find it, but I couldn 't. I was embarrassed to tell my mom I lost it. I didn 't feel like the same person for a while. Well one day I got the courage and I told my mom. After telling her somehow she made me feel better, yet at the end of the day I still just wanted my wallet. I don 't know what it was my wallet wasn 't just a wallet to me it was a prized possession from my mother which meant a lot to me. Unfortunately I did not find my wallet, but that 's ok I still can see my beautiful mother everyday. I am happy that my mother raised my sisters and I and I wouldn 't not want it any other way. I would be lying if I said some days I don 't think about my wallet; because I do I wish it was still in my back pocket everyday I leave out the door. I never took my wallet for granted but the pain I felt when I lost it is why I never take anything in life for granted because I never want to feel that pain