Dear recently destroyed iPhone,

Was it me? I supplied you with the best cases Apple and Kate Spade had in stock. I loved you and checked you at least 50 times a day. I often admired how great your camera was compared to those of Androids. I always kept you at perfect room temperature, not too hot, not too cold (I know you were picky about that). I never purposefully dropped you, and for those times I accidentally did I would always have a moment of panic in my heart before I picked you up again. You never got wet and when you did it was an accident and I wiped you off very quickly.

So why would you go and break on me? We shared a good long time together. You were my longest cellular companion; we lasted two years. Do those two years mean nothing to you? I worked so hard to keep you working and healthy.

But, one fateful night in the cold, when I needed you most, you failed me. We were walking home from the library on a frigid October night when The Incident happened. We still had at least seven minutes until we got home. I needed you for support and entertainment until I walked through my front door. And you weren't there for me. After all I had done for you. We walked down the brick steps of College Gate and out of my pocket you fell. Taking an earth shattering (literally) plunge down to the newly redone concrete. You landed on your corner and then bounced face down three steps below. My heart dropped as I bent over to pick you up, and when I did there you were, shattered, unable to turn on. How dare you abandon me in my time of need? How dare you?

Sincerely,

A sad iPhone mom