LOST - thankfully im not reviewing the series

Walking blinded by frustration I sift through places where it could never have gone to. I look behind the sofa, under the mattress convinced each time that it would be lying coyly there. My eyes twinkle with excitement as light creeps through that dark dusty corner behind my sofa but wither just as quickly to coal as disappointment fills every wrinkled corner of my scrawny face. I know the last time I saw it, it was sitting smartly right there, but the space between now and then is so long that it could have travelled across the world and come back. Now, this trip is by plane ofcourse, by ship it would take just too long but also I wudnt really want to subject my wallet to seasickness you see.

Now, that the cat is out of the bag or rather the wallet is, come to think of it Ive searched all kinds of bags, plastic bags: the polythine banned ones, the thick more classy ones, college bags mine and my brothers(actually office bags now), school bags and even hand bags I wish it would just come out of one of the bags, really I do.
Well I know that my Dad is one of the suspects , this is his special quirk. He derives pleasure in people searching, the thing is earlier; after about half an hour of searching he would come up from nowhere with the lost item grining like the cheshire cat and reprimanding us, telling us to keep things in its place but now with his failing memory .... But you know how it is with these addictions cant kick it till u kick the bucket. Not that I want him to kick any bucket of any sort.
Well, it could also be my mum. See my mum hides things from my dad so that she can subject him to the riducle that he does to her. She must have forgotten that her husband is much richer than her poor son and must have hidden my wallet instead of his. So I could be just another innocent person stuck in the crossfire like the Kashmiri's or the Congress party with the left and the US.
Oh well lets move on really cause my kid brother could also be the culprit u know, the thing is his life revolves around school and football practice so anything interesting at home is quickly assimilated into his bag. My mum always complains about the government burdening kids with books but the truth is these kids carry everything, from the very mundane to the slightly interesting in their bag. Also, his bag is like the black hole nothing ever really returns. This black hole has a twist to it though : It is connected to others!! My things find their way into his friends bags and I once found my tie in his friends bag after searching for it for almost a month. I mean what does a kid do with a tie as long as he is... play tug of war. hmmmm interesting thought actually.