2 years later, he set his eyes on something more shiny. He moved on. This phone was rotting. My mother was phone less at the same time. So hubby darlings gave it to her as a token of gratitude for giving away her daughter to him. Her time to be delighted. She made pretty good use of it.
Then was the turn of my father. On a eventful day, my dad's phone fell down and broke. My mother turned to philanthropy and gifted him that same phone as a token of sympathy. After an year, daddy found a newer version of his broken phone and bought it. This precious phone was once more left in the locked chest of drawers.
My aunt is a 70 year old nagging lady with bad ears. My mother has always been affectionate about her. So she thought why not make aunt's life a little colorful. At the same time, she wanted to get rid of this phone due to decluttering at our home. She gifted her the precious phone as a token of "get lost" to both the phone and her.
My aunt had been ecstatic about the whole new thing. She learnt to whatsapp, watch videos on youtube and read e newspapers. She got in to a co live dependency on the phone. She was finally happy in life.
7 years fast forward, she got her internet recharge and to her horror, the shop keeper said the phone does not have the sim trays(both) anymore. She reached her grand daughters but they could not find. The shop keeper had told that the sim trays were missing for 2 months and he had fixed the sims in slots using scalpel. It would no more work due to slot expanding(due to heat or wear and tear). So came back the precious phone to my home.
Husband had fuzzy reactions. He tormented himself in lookout for the sim trays. He travelled to nook and corner of the city and met expert technicians. No answers! He bought a new phone to aunt and kept the precious phone to himself as a token of "making peace with the past".
