September 4, 2014

I woke up to find my childhood friend and his sister rummaging through my wallet. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and grabbed it away immediately. I took it outside to my parents to tell them that he had been stealing my money and my mom started to make a call for a report. “When did they get here again?” she asked from her phone. “Around 10:30” was the answer.

I turned around to face my friend. “We haven’t met for three years and this is how you treat me?” I asked. He stayed silent. “How much did you take? Who has it right now? Why?” I kept asking questions with my hands shaking him by the shoulders with no response.

I walked to my dad who was examining my wallet and inside the pouch where the money usually was were a bunch of Post-it notes. “Are these guys serious?” I muttered. I asked my friend again just how much he stole from me but my dad said it didn’t matter because at most it only would have been a few thousand (NT).