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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