She was so happy... For like so long, this is the first time I see her with that expression. Previous times when I saw her, she was so frail and so gloomy. But this time it was different.

As her friend grabbed her hand and ran around playing a game, she seemed as if there was a radiant glow on her face. And that makes me relieved. Guess it's always good seeing someone smile.

That brings me to think... People actually are happy when they have company and when there is someone who is willing to spend time with them. Like me. I'd be happy too.

Perhaps he doesn't like what I like. Perhaps he says that whatever I like is disgusting. But then again, it's only me who appreciates what I like... Or maybe coz I'm too wimpy for him. Either way, the person I stay with likes what I like, so I feel accepted after all.

11 more days, I'm excited.

This year feels different, I wonder why. My parents are getting stuff for me even when I didn't ask for them. And it feels good. That's how they love me... They give me the material things that they think I may want.

In a sense, they make me happy by giving me material luxury. It's not too bad, and those stuff do make me happy for some time. But in the long run, I want company.

People who willingly spend time with me. People who want to talk to me. People who appreciate me for who I am.

What a wish.