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        I was born on December 12th. Yes, two twelves; it is not very easy to forget. For seven years of my life, I was in India, my second home, for my birthday. Through this date, December 12^th, I think I could tell you a little about my high school friends. They are my family and saying that they are the best thing that happened in my life would be an understatement. You think this is a hyperbole? Read on and find it out for yourself.

           My cool dude’s name is Pung. I never call her my best friend, because we decided that label did not fit us very well. The number 12 also seems special because I met her when I was 12. We were roommates for seven years: we ate together, slept together, studied together, laughed together and cried together. Now she is gone to Japan to study and I do not know when I will ever meet her again.

              I remember, on the day of my last birthday in India, we had a big fight. It was the day that winter break began, so everybody was getting ready to go home. She told me she had to leave early and that really broke my heart. I did not talk to her and she was also getting quite annoyed at the fact she couldn’t do anything about it. I tell you, Pung is a girl who does not give a single care about anything in this world. Using rough words, she really is a heartless b****. 

She did not talk to me the whole day but when she was about to leave she gave me a card (She never writes card for anyone) and a cake that said YSL <3 Pung. She shyly said “that heart symbolizes my love for you. Are you happy now?”

This is my co-worker Sadrish. I call her my co- worker because we were the CARE heads together. We used to go the boy’s orphanage together and we were such big inspiration to each other. Without her, I could not be the person I am today. She is another me. Now she is in Canada going to Victoria college. I am planning to visit her for the winter break.

           On the day of my last birthday, she left me cupcakes in my room and left for home. I did not even see her that day. You might think: “Oh, that's not what a good friend does.” I thought that too! However, she also sent me a message that day which made me cry for hours.

            There are of course so many more people to introduce like Hyun young, Aelin, Pranit, Wali, Eun-a and many more. I had alot of special people in my life but there is one more person that I just have to fit into this blog. On my busiest days and chaos heart, he is one person that I always have a room for.

            This is Chris. I met him on an unusually cold day of October. I hate the cold and the winter. With him, I had the warmest winter of my life. He stayed by my side whole day of my birthday. He took me to a nice dinner and wrote me a handmade card. I tell you, he is not an artistic man. At that moment, I did not know what I did to get so lucky.

            We aren’t together anymore though, and he is not somebody I thought he was. I hate the way things turned out. However, I am still thankful for that snowy night of October when I almost slipped and he held my hand. He is in Miami now where he will never feel cold again to be reminded of those days again.

        December will come back though, and I will be in Michigan where the winter feels cold. Birthdays are supposed to be exciting and happy, but I think I would place my hands on my head and cry. Will I meet people who will continue to make number 12 special for me?