The Lost Coin.
‘ 1 Dollar, 2, 3, 4… hm, where’s my other 1 dollar coin?’ I said to myself. I went on my knees and started crawling around the floor in my room. I slowly slid under my bed and searched in the dark. My hand patted the ground slowly. I wish I had a coin machine that could find coins. * Sigh *. ‘ It must be here somewhere I mean I just earned it a minute ago. Maybe I dropped it on the way upstairs? ‘ I thought to myself. ‘ I wonder where it is?‘ I needed to retrace my steps.
It was a hot summer afternoon. I’d just come in from watering the plants and planting some new ones. I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. I was sure Mum had given me the dollar for my chores.
I crawled up the stairs and stared at every little spot that the coin could possibly be.
‘Well, this coin really hates me! ‘I muttered. I moaned to myself loudly several times.
‘Hey, what’s with all this moaning? Is there anything that I can help you with? ‘
My mum had heard me moaning. Suddenly a great thought popped into my head… Mum might have another coin.
“Well, after I did my chores and collected my money from you, I went upstairs to count it and add it to my Piggy Bank, but one dollar was missing… ‘.
I stared at her hopefully.
“Oh. So that was what all the fuss was about! I was searching in my pocket for the other 1 dollar that I should've given you but you ran off so quickly! I found it in my pocket, but then got busy cleaning that I forgot all about it.
“Anyway…” she said digging in her pocket. “Aha! Here it is. There you go.”
The coin shone in her hand under the sun.
“Haha, thank you. I should've asked you first.” I still had that hopeful look on my face hoping Mum would have another coin in her pocket for me…
“No need to look at me like that!” She grinned.
