I lost everything

Yesterday was one of the saddest day of my life in recent years. I intended to open the red packets from the last cny, only to realise that all of them except for 2 empty ones and 1 containing 6 bucks, were gone. Stolen, borrowed or ... I do not know what else. But those, i could not care less. A ziploc bag containing notes and coins handed down from my late grandfather had been taken as well. I was and am still at a lost. I have no mood or any intention to go on with cny this year. I cried the whole night at the lost. The last few things that my grandfather had left me with are just gone lmike that. The sense of lost and anger filled me, yet frustration was the killer. I had no means or direction to head to in search of these lost items. It could not have been my brother or sister, could it? Definitely not my parents? Or could it be a friend of my sibling who happened to enter my room and nosy enough to slide open my drawer? I undertake the following: If you had taken my things, i beg you to return them to my drawer, i promise to forget this whole thing. I can even stage a situation that makes it my own fault for misplacing them. If not, i better had not learn of who be the one who plundered my precious memories before the day i die. I will make that someone pay dearly and i will you in hell, where i continue claiming payback.