January 6, 1984

I lost something precious. It may be lost and gone forever. And I cried myself to sleep last night.

My mother tried to make me feel better by offering her own precious thing to replace mine, then suggested that she might find it while sweeping one of these days. (I myself do not sweep, you see)

It makes me want to buy my mother a smartphone. So I think I will. And the occasion can be her 28th wedding anniversary.