Answer and Explanation:
Dear…,
Remember how you’re always telling me I am the most forgetful person you have ever met? Well, I guess that must be true. I myself have never met anyone more prone to forgetting things than I am.
Last week, on my way home from school, I left my backpack inside the bus. I know it sounds insane. How can someone coming back from school forget a whole backpack, filled with books, and not notice it until much later? As I said, you were right about me.
I only noticed it was missing when, after dinner, I decided to get started on my English essay. I had brought the books I would need with me – or, at least, I though I had. When I entered my room and walked toward the spot on the floor where I usually drop my backpack once I get home, I realized what had happened.
You can imagine my despair. Precious books, notes, and a couple of devices, all lost at once. It was a nightmare. And you can also imagine how much I feared telling mom. I knew there would be a whole lecture on how little attention I pay to things, on how irresponsible I can be sometimes…
I told her anyway. She did not lecture me. I was shocked. Instead, she helped me contact the people who could help. This was not the school bus, but a regular one. It turns out they had found and kept my backpack. All was good.
Or so I thought. Once it was all solved and I had my backpack lying on my lap while mom drove us both back home, the lecture finally happened. I can’t say I was annoyed or angry. Just embarrassed. And your words, my dear cousin, kept popping in my mind all the while. I don’t ever want to go through this again. I promise to pay more attention from now on.
