"I have Art class today. I can't join you today, aunt" Fifth time I refused to go with them. My aunt and Uncle came here to celebrate their 5th anniversary.

"Come na Vanja," Pulling by my hand she was trying to convince me, I looked at my mom and asked for help but she was busy feeding her 4 years old little niece.

"Fine I will go but you have to call my art teacher," I said handing her the phone. She talked to my teacher and convinced him to grant me leave for today.

The next moment, I was on the bus dressed in a dark blue full-shelved shirt which I folded up to my elbow and had worn a sneaker that was as old as my spectacles.

"Why are you upset" Samikaya texted me as she saw my that day's Instagram story. She was good at learning how I felt just by looking at my face.

"I missed today's class"

"cheer up whatever happens it's for good" She sent a thumbs-up emoji, she was like this ever since I had known her. She was like a saint who took the lessons of love and sacrifice.