When I got up this morning, I was so surprised to find a new watch on my desk. I couldn't help crying.
I lost my old watch last Monday. It was a present from my father for my thirteenth birthday. I still don't know where or how I lost it.
I felt really sad when I couldn't find the watch. I stayed at school to look for it until very late.
When I came home, no one was there. At nine o'clock, Mom called back and told me that Dad was hit by a car on his way to look for me. He was sent to the hospital.
I went to the hospital that night and told Dad I was sorry. I also told him I lost my watch, but he did not get angry.
Dad's left leg was badly hurt, and he stayed in the hospital for several days. He just came back home yesterday, and this morning I found the new watch.
Thank you, Dad, for loving me so much.