Dear person who broke into my house,
I hope you got what you were looking for. I don't understand why you had to break into my home, and I'm not sure if I ever will. You only saw a profit in my things, but what you don't know is that they are so much more. Some of the things you took are irreplaceable. So while you pawn my things, or melt my jewelry, understand this:
The rings you stole were special: two State Championship rings from my sophomore and senior year field hockey seasons and an emerald ring from my aunt. The state rings were custom, engraved with the days that we won the state title. Every time I see these rings I think of that wonderful feeling of accomplishment and determination.The ring that was my aunt's was very special. I don't have very many things to remember my aunt, but her memory and spirit will always live on.
The watch you took was special. I got that watch as a gift from an ex, and although he is an ex, it means something to me. It was an anniversary present. Every time I see or wear that watch, I smile thinking of the thoughtfulness and love put into the gift.
The laptop you took was special. I got my MacBook for my 18th birthday. It is filled with pictures and videos from the last four years of my life. Pictures that were not stored anywhere else. Pictures of people and pets that are no longer with me. My MacBook had songs I recorded and played that were not stored anywhere else. The top cover was filled with stickers from different people in my life. The folders are filled with homework, essays, books and various other things that I have written.
The electronics you took were special. I got that iHome as a Christmas gift. I used it as an alarm clock. I got the TV as my 16th birthday present from my parents.
The backpack you took was special. I have used the same backpack since my sophomore year of high school. It had my flash drive on it with things from middle school; things that I haven't seen in ages and bring back a flush of great memories. The key chains on my backpack were awards I got in high school.
You invaded my space. The windows and doors are locked, but I still do not feel safe. You came into my house, into my room and touched my things. I can't close my eyes in fear of you coming back. I can't leave my house in fear of you coming back. In fact, I'm in constant fear that you will come back.
I'm unsure why you decided to break into my home and take my things, but I have to try and be positive. I have to think that you will take the money you get from my things or the new box of Reese's Puffs you took to feed your family. I have to pray that you will think twice before you break into someone else's home and take someone else's things. I have to think that this was for a good cause, because for you to take things that meant so much to me, it needs to be for a good reason. Yes, to you, it is just stuff and money, but to us, it is memories and so much more. You took the items, but you can never take the memories. I'm sorry you felt the need to steal someone else's things.
Best,
The Resident Who Lives Here
