Back before I smoked I collected Zippos. Had one that was a cheap, simple one, but it was my first real Zippo and I loved it. I was sharing a room with my cousin back then (long story but basically they moved in with my grandparents "temporarily" when my family was there as we saved to get a house, they're still there by the way). One day I can't find that particular lighter on my desk, all my other ones were where I put them but that one was gone.
Fast forward a few years, and I visit my cousin and see a Zippo exactly like my lost love. While he's distracted I check the date on it (I liked to know the dates on the lighters, and that particular one was the month/year I got my black belt, so I remembered it.) Asked about it and was told by him it was "some shit lighter [he] found. [He] thinks it's broken because it dries up in a few weeks but his 'lighter expert' pal said they should hold fluid for years.
I've never been one to start fights with my family (even though I had plenty of times it was justified). I just hope he didn't throw you away or mess you up, first Zippo
Since then I've started engraving my lighters XD