Back then, he was a proud, spirited young man. Despite the lectures from teachers and parents, he insisted on holding my hand and running freely across the school grounds.
I remembered... Conrad was waiting in line to buy me a Pretzel, his ears turning red from the cold, but he kept it warm in his jacket to ensure it wouldn't get cold for me.
He said, "I can't let it catch a bit of cold, not for my dear Sharon."
I thought those moments would last forever...
When the driver informed me we had arrived, I was still lost in my memories, tears streaming down my face.
I thanked him, opened the door, and got out, only to trip over the steps.
I felt a sharp pain in my knee, sure that I had scraped it badly.
The pain was so intense it felt like my bones might have fractured.
Turned out I was not sober.
That was the day when I first met Hugh Mackintosh.
A pair of polished men's shoes appeared before me, and a deep, pleasant voice sounded above me. "Can you stand up?"
I looked up at the sound.
He was tall, bathed in the first light of dawn, with a halo of silver radiance surrounding him like a deity descending to earth.
I was entranced, forgetting my disheveled state as I sat on the ground.