I zipped my bags after checking it one last time, put it on my shoulders, took my phone and walked out. Today was the day.
Yvonne, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and my family were waiting outside for me. The hostel was quiet, having been evacuated two days ago for the spring break. Yvonne was supposed to go too but she insisted on staying back with me, for me.
I still couldn’t make out what deed I had done to have come across a friend like her; it wasn’t just this, it was everything she had done for me from Day 1. All those small things were what made up till this date. People aren’t lying when they say it’s the small things that matter.
As I walked down the stairs, I heard their voices, laughing and talking freely. It was evident that I wasn’t the only one who was in cloud 9.
“Hey,” I said as
