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“It belonged to my mom. When I was a child, she was lying in hospital because she was sick with some kind of disease that doctors couldn’t cure. One Friday my dad and I went to visit her. That was the day when she gifted this armlet to me.” The girl fervently fidgeted the armlet around her wrist and continued to speak, “Later that evening somebody from hospital called my dad. He looked at me sorrowfully and from the look on his face, I understood what had happened. The next thing, I remember, was lying on my dad’s lap and crying my eyes out.“

She ended the story and glanced at Roy. He felt pity for the girl. Such alike stories always left Roy feeling heartbroken.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” was all he managed to say.

“It’s okay, I am trying to move forward,” she replied

resolutely.

Roy realized that the girl’s name hadn’t been still unknown to him, so he asked, “What’s your name?”

“I’m W…”

“Wake up Roy!” Roy’s mom was shouting at him. “I have called you downstairs three times already! Have you been playing video games all night again?”

Roy jumped out of his bed and soon apprehended that it had been just a dream. Still feeling puzzled, he was just about to go downstairs with his mom when, suddenly, he felt something in his pocket. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the same red armlet from his dream. The tantalizing questions running through his head were, “How, where did I get it and what was the mysterious girl’s name???”