I'd been proud that I'd never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.
We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack's 1 rang, it was my mother calling from my 2 . She asked if I had 3 my mobile. I checked my purse. It was 4 !
I used Jack's phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I'll call Rhys, 5 it. "I found your phone!" he said, excitedly. "I have been trying to find you, but 6 it was getting late, I decided to leave. " He gave me the address of a 7 near his home.
Later that evening, I went to 8 him there. I didn't dare to go 9 , worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After 10 10 km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys 11 .
My 12 were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. "How did you 13 my mum?" I asked. He 14 that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts (联系人). But all they 15 was my mobile phone number — which didn't 16 . He'd called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who 17 my house.
I was 18 to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost forever. I was so 19 to Rhys and offered him so me money, but he 20 .
As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.
