For the last time, I looked around my dorm room to check if there were any things I forgot to pack. This has been my room for almost three years and I have made many memories here. I hope the next owner will take care of it. I'm done packing everything, including my books. I'll leave some of it at our house, and I'll bring the others to Seoul University. My friends had earlier assisted me in bringing the luggage to the porch where my family was waiting, and Mom had asked if they could take me to the airport. As I stood up, I stumbled upon the photo frame on the bedside table. My heart breaks as I remember those happy times with him.
Trigo must be happy that I'm leaving. I didn't even have to say goodbye to him. I tried to look away and leave this here, but II couldn't help. I took a deep
