Before my grand mother died, she gaved me a coin which was a lucky coin according to her. She has looking at it whenever she was loosing hope and she gains strenght coming from nowhere. It was so important for me because it was the only thing that remembers me with my past away grand mother.

One day, I was staring at this coin in our living room. Suddenly, my friend surprised me as he went in. To my surprised, the coin was fell down from my hand and travels away. Our living room was surrounded by Area Rugs and it is hard for me to find the lost coin. I have looked over each side of the Cheap Rugs but I didn’t saw the coin. I thought it wasn’t place on the Rugs. So I looked each corner of the room and at last, I found it. I will take care of the coin until the rest of my life.