Mai unpacked the contents of her bag, examined her things one by one but still couldn't find what she was looking for, a small pink book, a diary book, or her journal. The book was used to record all her nightmares as well as the occasional panic attacks. It was important for her treatment therapy but she also recorded other things there, like what she was thinking and how she was feeling. There were also several photos of her, her friends, her family, more like a diary than a journal.
Maybe she didn't bring it to campus yesterday, she always carried it everywhere because she didn't want to be forgotten or missed. Mai searched her study table, all her drawers, her cupboard, even under her bed. Nothing... The book doesn't exist.
