It's April, right in the middle of Spring. Everybody is wearing colorful clothes celebrating the perfect weather, blending in with the beautiful surrounding.
Blooming flowers, green trees, I used to love this season. In fact, it's my favorite season because I get to show off my pink dresses instead of hiding them in coats or cardigans.
But today, I dig my simple midi black dress at the back of my closet, the one I always wear on April 5th.
She would be five this year.
For four consecutive years, this day fell on working day. This year, it falls on a Saturday.
My best friends must have realised this too that's why they flied here early this week, just to be with me. What would I do if they're not in my life. I would've died if not for them.
"Hey," Hugo sounds stressed on the other lin
