I remembered buying this pen and promising myself I wouldn’t lose it. And to ensure that I wouldn’t, I put a piece of paper that says “STOLEN FROM JANA” just in case anyone borrowed it and forgot to return it and/or similar. I few months later, I couldn’t find it anywhere.
Before mom was confined in the hospital, we were in her room discussing a few things and I needed a pen for something. She fished one out of her bag and sure enough it was my pen.
Me: mom, that’s my pen
Mom: no it isn’t
Me, turning it for her to see the paper inside: look it says ‘stolen from jana’
Despite its crooked tip, I keep it in my bag, just because it was with her once before.