The first journal entry

Last Sunday, my sister and I went to visit my grandparents. Because both of us are now living far from Taipei, we do not go to grandparents’ house as frequently as before. As a result, I had looked forward this day for so long. We got up early and bought lots of delicious dishes which were my grandparents’ favorite then we took a taxi to there since none of us could drive.
We enjoyed our meals very much and after lunch we gathered together in the living room chatting joyfully. I told them what happened in NTHU vividly. All of them were pleased by my funny expressions. Then I went for my handbag to take my cell phone in order to illustrate how we college students use texts in our daily lives to my old grand parents.
All of a sudden, I found out that my cell phone was missing. I looked for it every where in the house but still could not find it. It was so awful that I almost burst into tears. Finally, it came to me that I could call myself and the ringtone might help me to find out my cell phone. I dialed the phone number with trembling. To my extremely astonishment, someone who talked in a strong Taiwanese accent picked up the phone. He said, ‘’Lady, you left your cell phone on my taxi. I’m now on the way to your house. Please wait for me at the corner and I’ll get there in five minutes.’’ It dawned on me that I had left my cell phone on the taxi after sending a message to my friend.
It was unbelievable that the driver did return my cell phone to me.I was too overjoyed to said a word not only because I got the cell phone back but also because the taxi driver got me to know that there still a lot of nice people in Taiwan. After this awful experience I swore not to be forgetful anymore. Besides, I made up my mind to care more about every little thing in daily life and to help others as often as possible.