Dear Brain,

The pool is a place of fun and enjoyment. There is this nostalgic effect of the moist pool deck and the familiar yet powerful chlorine smell. The lively and enjoyable pool is the last place anyone would imagine to see a young boy bawling. Just moments before he was just playing in the clear blue water of the large pool and now he was standing there, face as red as a tomato, tears streaming down his face, and the rage of a thousand rhinos ,but why?

That little boy was me. I was excited. I hadn't swum in a pool in a long time. I quickly took off my shirt and changed into my trunks. My forgetful mind not realizing the tragedy that was about to occur in my near future. I walked up to the side of the pool knowing that it would be a bit cold, but I knew to just jump in. 1, 2, 3, I cannonball into the pool. I am having fun swimming around in the glistening water, playing pool basketball with my cousins. Thirty minutes later, I am having the time of my life when all of the sudden my hand touches my pocket. I feel something, a rectangular hard box. Immediately I swim to the edge of the pool slowly realizing what it was. I quickly grabbed on to the edge and pulled myself up and run over to where I had set my stuff. My suspicion was true. You being so forgetful, brought my phone into the pool in my pocket. I run inside and pleading desperately for some rice. I knew it was too late yet I felt like I needed to do it. With tears rolling down my face I show my dad the disaster that is in front of my eyes knowing that I wouldn't get a new phone for a while.

Trust and responsibility often go hand in hand.  On the other side I have you, my brain. Being a short chubby 12 year old that had just finished 8th grade I thought that I was on top of the world. Before this moment I was just a kid that liked to not care about things and to just let it happen. As a young kid I truly was an irresponsible kid. The quality that I lacked was trust. Not that I didn’t trust anyone it was just the opposite in that no one trusted me. I thought that I was trustworthy I thought I could hold in a secret but after this moment I learned that trust was much more. These abstract things weigh more than anything that I physically carry. Trust and responsibility are what run this world. They were things that I didn’t understand at this point in time.

This wasn’t the only time that this had happened. I was outside in the beautiful summer warmth. In the grass was a flower more symmetrical and vibrant than I had ever seen before. Eager to take a picture I quickly reached down into my pocket. Time slowed down, I hadn’t gotten a good grip on my phone and it slipped out of hand. I yelled out as it touched down on the ground praying that it was alright. I picked it up and there was a small crack, but the screen turned on. I was relieved, but I noticed that the bottom half of the screen wasn’t working. Not again I thought. I can’t afford to lose that trust that I spent so long redeveloping.

All the moments after either shattering my phone or drowning it in water are nightmare inducing. This phone, my phone, that on paper weighs 6.63 ounces, but actually weighs so much more. This mixture of hardened matte and jet black plastic not only protects my phone, it is what protects this trust that I have between me and my dad. But the thing is my dad realizes that I am still irresponsible and lets me learn from my mistakes. He lets me find a place to fix my phone for cheap as long as I am able to do it all by myself.

Trust isn’t something that you can play with. Brain you just need to slow down and realize this trust that I have with my parents. Protect my phone let me keep this bond that I have

Still Love You,

Arpan