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.
It wasn’t a model worth much—an older keypad phone, the kind you only saw in hands that couldn’t afford better. I turned it over in my hand, seeing an interesting challenge. “Maybe I can fix it,” I murmured.
Slipping it into my pocket, I continued to the bakery, but the phone was on my mind the entire time. It wasn’t just the damage—it was the way it was just lying there, abandoned, as if someone had discarded it in a hurry. By the time I arrived back home, I had forgotten about the broken phone tucked into my pocket.
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