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's1rang, it was my mother calling from my2. She asked if I had3my mobile. I checked my purse. It was4!
I used Jack's phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I'll call Rhys,5it. "I found your phone!" he said, excitedly. "I have been trying to find you, but6it was getting late, I decided to leave." He gave me the address of a7near his home.
Later that evening, I went to8him there. I didn't dare to go9, worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After1010 km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys11.
My12were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. "How did you13my mum?" I asked. He14 that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts (联系人). But all they15was 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, who17my house.
I was18to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost forever. I was so19to Rhys and offered him some money, but he20.
As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.
