"It's been 17 years." Aunt Carol sighed as she looked at me. "One year left and you'll leave me." Sadness has filled her face. With a doubtful looks, I stared at her as if my stares were asking what does she mean by what she just said. She just flashed a smile on me. So I went near her and hold her hand. "What do you exactly mean by that aunt?" Aunt Carol raised me as her own child, it was a long story but as far as I can remember, she told me that my parents died in a car accident, making me an orphan at a young age.