{Abebi}
I told nobody about Mac Allister buying me a phone. Even my friend Chiara was not aware. I personally made it my little secret.
It was the early hours of the morning, and a sense of anticipation lingered in the air as I picked up the cell phone gifted to me by Mac Allister. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I turned it on, eager to connect with my brother, whom I had lost contact with for far too long.
But as I attempted to enter his number, a wave of despair washed over me. I couldn't recall the digits; they had slipped from my memory like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Frantically searching my mind for a solution, I realized I had written his number down in my diary. However, in my distress, the diary seemed to have vanished, adding another layer of frust
