We have all lost something valuable in life that goes beyond the material, although we often think that it is the garment or object itself that hurts, but we do not know the true story behind it. That is why I relate to the author of this publication, who tells us how she and her friends lost a jacket, which, even if it is just that, has sentimental value above all else. Since I was little, I have been attached to my things, although I have let go of that a lot now. But honestly, I always took care of my things because I felt bad about losing them, since my parents made an effort to give me what I wanted. So I took care of everything from my pencils to my hair clips. That's why losing something is painful for me, because the stories behind them are effort and hard work. When I read Lys's post, I immediately thought of something that happened to me many years ago, I think more than 20 years ago. I always went on vacation with my parents, and many children of workers joined us on those trips. We also had entertainers to liven up the trip, and it was almost always the same ones. Love was always in the air among the young people, but I always felt connected to one of the entertainers. Even though we never had anything, he always paid attention to me, supported me, and was there for me day and night. In fact, we are still good friends today, and we both have our own families, although he is now living abroad. One of those years, I think I was 16, we became closer, to the point where many noticed our closeness, but we continued to enjoy ourselves. When the trip came to an end, we had to say goodbye, so the day before, he gave me a gift. It was on Margarita Island, at the water park, an amusement park, where we had our caricatures drawn. That was one of his gifts to me, since we would see each other the following year. This portrait was large and could be seen everywhere, but as always, there are people who don't want the best for you. When we were leaving and had to board the boat, we all said goodbye, and I left the portrait in my suitcase while I said goodbye to him and his friends. When I turned around, it was gone. It was incredible, as if magic had taken it away from that place. Although I searched with them, I couldn't find it, and the boat was already announcing its departure. With this, I can tell you that there was no way it could have fallen on the floor or anything like that. Someone grabbed it and took off with my caricature portrait of the two of us in the pool. It really was a beautiful gift, and I was very excited. It's worth noting that many people knew about it because, as I said, it was big, and everyone asked about it. To this day, I don't know who took it, although I suspected it was someone from our group and that it was a girl, since the guy was very popular among them 😅😅😅.