Yesterday..

"Can I carry them for you?" he asked. She smiled and gave the load to him.

"This is going to be the last time he carries things for me," she thought to herself, as he walked in front of her, up the staircase.

Again that sense of loss overwhelmed her. There was always that slight doubt at the back of her mind; was she doing the right thing? Leaving everything that she was comfortable and happy with for something unfamiliar and unknown?

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"I have something for you. Wait here."

She sprinted out of the door and in less than a minute, came back with a disc.

"For you," she passed the disc to her.

"Watch it now."

She slipped the disc in and a collage of her pictures and friends appeared on the monitor screen, accompanied by all the Korean songs that she loved.

"You did this all by yourself?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I asked the others to pass me the photos," she answered, smiling.

She felt a lump in her throat.

"Thanks, Yo-Bo," she said, giving her a hug.

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"Why don't you join us at Mac?" he asked.

"I can't. I'm going out with them," she answered, pointing to the group of people behind the glass.

He shook her hand and gave her a hug.

Again that self-doubt manifested at the back of her mind. And again, she tried to dismiss it.

"Life has to move on. There will always be changes," she tried to rationalise.

"I'm going to miss them. Especially him."

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I want to eat ta hui.