Pulled Through By A Patek Philippe Watch
I am in bed, watching my son sleep. He is at the hospital because of a rare disease. We have been here for almost two months now. Our resources have run out and I don't know where to get the next hospital deposit from. Our bank account has already been spent and depleted. We had spent it on all kinds of laboratory tests and medication. My own savings were utilised to pay for our daily expenses. And my money is dwindling fast. Every means available to us have been used. I have loans left and right, and paying for them is still some there in the distant future. I have made the hospital my new home. Going home was only to take a shower and get a new batch of clothes for ourselves.
When my husband arrived, I went back to the house to be refreshed. Thinking about everything that's happening to us right now is like carrying the world on my shoulders. I had completely no idea what to do and where to go next. I just stared at my self in the mirror without seeing anything. Then I noticed something shiny on the dresser. I stood up and looked at the shiny object. It turned out to be my Patek Philippe watch. God has answered my prayers. I now know what to do. When my husband got back from work, I asked if I could go home for awhile. It is his turn to look after our son while I'm away. There was so much to do. All my grief had sunk in, leaving me helpless. Something sparkled in the distance. I was taken aback by the sight of my Patek Philippe watch. I smiled as tears rolled down my face. God still looked after us.
I looked at my designer dress watch lovingly. This was a wedding gift from my parents. This was something that my mother handed down from my grandmother. This watch was a special occasion only watch. It has a blue oval dial. It also has a blue rectangular bezel. It's made with 18 carat yellow gold and its buckle is also 18 carat yellow gold. Even the hands and the hour markers on it are constructed with gold.
I instantly hugged my watch and placed it inside its own box. When I arrived at the hospital, I promptly showed the box to my husband. He opened the box and looked at the watch inside. His facial expressions showed that he was very perplexed. He knew how much the watch meant to me. He was very incredulous when I told him my strategy. I want to sell my vintage Patek Philippe wrist watches. The profits would pay for the operation of our son. There would be some left over money to tide us over after paying the hospital. My spouse and I hugged each other. We know we can go on as long as our family is together.
We asked around for a business that buy Patek Philippe watches online or any brand of vintage watches. I had to make sure that I'd be getting a fair amount for what my watch really is worth. Doing a extensive research would ensure this. I really cried when I separated with my Patek Philippe watch. But I willingly handed it the lady on the counter because I know the money I will get will help my son. Parting with it made me cry, and the lady at the counter thought about why. I told her the reasons and she was very touched.