Robbed

What a way to start September. Our house has been robbed. Good thing both my mom and my brother were not there. However, it turns out that a child was responsible for that act. It's one of the tactics now of thieves - getting a child do the dirty works because they know when he is caught, he can't go to jail since he's not yet above 18.

My mom was affected most. All of her prized possessions were taken away by the tiny thief. Especially all her dear watches which was given to her by dad and her sister, my aunt. There was also an attempt to steal our game consoles because the wires were being detached but I think the kid doesn't know how to do it so he just let it be. Good.

I was still very thankful because no one got hurt. Because sometimes, maybe all the times, thieves won't barge a house without carrying a weapon for their defense once they were caught. So it's a good thing no one was there. The house, according to our stay-out helper, was messed up. Sticky and murky mud were splattered all over the floor made by the rain on that night.

This might be a lesson to us. Brother and I always want our dogs to roam around our balcony at night. So when the thief comes in our house, they will be instant blood bath occurring outside our house. Rottweilers are our dogs, by the way.

Waiting for a piece of leg to find outside our house,

Paul