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*Present*

I parked the car at a vacant parking space in front of a cream coloured building - my psychiatrist's office. With the window rolled down, I can feel the cold wind as it brushes my cheeks. December is fast approaching.

I reached for my bag at the back seat and took out the mirror to study myself. Shine-free... Pinkish... The usual me. 

Check!

Except my hair.

Oh, I blame the wind!

I scanned my bag for a comb but saw nothing. Good thing that I'm still in the car - where everything's in. Only, it's a bit messy.

Searching for a comb, something slipped and fell - a piece of parchment. I picked it up and flipped the other side to see what it was; revealing a picture of a boy. His eyes were filled with happiness - the same way he shows it through his smiles. He was wearing his usual shirt, and, on his right hand, was a blue box. It was popped open, showing a diamond ring.

I wiped the tears that were now rolling down my cheeks with the back of my hand. And, right below the picture was a small box-frame photo with a girl smiling.

That was the happiest day ever.