On a bright, sunny day where there is an old- brown wooden house which I and my mom lives there. Every 9 o'clock in the morning, I will ride on my bike to school and say goodbye to my mom everyday every time I went out. During recess time, I'll hung out with my friends to the canteen for lunch. Although I'm a quiet person, we still talk together without feeling awkward when it comes to having a talkative friend. After school, I went home and helped out my mom on the dishes, cooking, throwing out the trash, and some other chores. One day at the school canteen, when I was at the queue, waiting to make my order. When my turn has come, I reach out my pocket to get my wallet. I was triggered. I then realize I left my wallet at home. Everyone behind me is still waiting for my order until a person yelling at me to hurry up. I started to panic. Suddenly a friend of mine went up to me and ask if everything's alright. I said to him that I've forgotten my wallet. Without ...