It was the night before I set off.
I sat on the floor in my lovely bedroom, enjoying myself in creating a mess when I tried to figure out what to take with to college. It’s been too long that I could spend my time just doing nothing; to me that was like running into a pink elephant during the past several years. But I was no longer a bird in cage, but soon would fly up high to the azure sky, pursuing my own future and dreams. My mind wandered, hummed with gladness. I started to imagine an invigorating college life, can’t wait to see the daybreak of tomorrow. My smiling teddy bear and my clothes were lying quietly beside me; even those reference books at that moment became lovely. I picked up my teddy, gazing at him while I left my thought wild. When did my teddy become so little that I can hold it with one single hand? Then a swingy voice in my mind sang, I grew up, finally.
I kept on scrabbling about in my clothes and books. My sister came over with the door opened then closed again. Fresh air slipped into the room and floated over me, accompanied by a fragrance of sandalwood, which all at once dragged my sight to notice my drawer. It was like me in my childhood, starting from emptiness to then full of happiness. I could easily tell the story of every tiny piece in it. The fragrance belonged to a brown wooden casket with some floral designs on it, which was my 12th birthday present from my best friends, with my portrait they designed for me inside. Yet, for three years, I didn’t come to this room and reopened it once, not even just to look at those little cute collections.
I caressed it, the fragrance seemed stronger. I smiled as if I could hear my best friends Fin and Lily shouting “surprise!” and presented the casket in front me. I still remembered that I burst into tears at that time, and even the smallest piece of expression on our faces could