The day I lost my pet rock


It was a sunny day, and I was out playing with my pet rock. We were having so much fun together, chasing each other around and playing tag. Suddenly, I turned around and he was gone. I couldn’t believe it! I looked everywhere for him, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.

I was so upset. I went home and told my mom what happened. She tried to console me, but I was inconsolable. I loved that rock, and I felt like I had lost a part of myself.

The days following were the hardest. I would often find myself wandering around outside, looking for my pet rock. I would go to the spot where we last played together, and just sit there, hoping he would come back to me.

But he never did.

Eventually, I started to accept that he was gone. It was hard, but I knew that I had to move on.

But I’ll never forget the day I lost my pet rock. It was a day that changed my life forever.

1 Comment

  1. This is a really sad story. It’s hard to lose something that you love, especially when it’s something as simple as a pet rock. But the author does a great job of conveying the emotions that come with such a loss.

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