They usually say curiosity got the cat, but in my situation, it helped a desperate family find the help they had needed for a long time. My curiosity on the day I found that broken phone also ended up leading to a happy life I never anticipated. It was a crisp morning when I stepped out of my house, the autumn air cool against my face.
My mother, Helen, had already started breakfast, and like every morning, I was on my way to the bakery to pick up fresh rolls for her. Little did I know that this was going to be a very eventful day for both of us. It was my mother’s and my little tradition to have breakfast together—something that made our small world feel stable.
You’re probably wondering why a 30-year-old successful man would live with his mother. See, I never knew my father. He’d abandoned my mother when she told him about her pregnancy.
So my mother was as lonely as I was, and to prevent that, we decided to live together. What about my romantic life, you ask? Well, I’m not exactly a social butterfly—never have been.
My lack of conventional good looks also means that dating has always been a struggle, and I’d long given up trying. Instead, I poured myself into my programming work, spending my days coding and my nights tinkering with gadgets. That morning, as I strolled down the sidewalk, my sneaker scuffed against something hard.
I looked down and saw it—a phone, its screen shattered like a spiderweb, lying in the grass just off the curb. With my curiosity piqued, I picked it up. The casing was dented, the back partially peeled off, as if it had been run over by a car.
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