My old backpack seems to have a life of its own. Pockets that should be empty are full of random items, zippers get stuck at the worst times, and sometimes it feels heavier than it should. Opening it is like opening a treasure chest full of surprises I forgot I had.
The funniest part is how it always seems to betray me at the wrong moment. When I need a pen or notebook quickly, it refuses to cooperate, hiding items deep inside. Yet, when I’m not looking, everything I lost somehow reappears. My backpack has mastered the art of keeping me on my toes and laughing. Shutdown123