It was a normal Sunday to me where I always go out with my parents to shop. I decide to wear blouse that I always hate to wear because it reminds me a painful past. To me each blouse I wore holds a piece of memory. Our family went to a local mall near where we lived. We had lunch and after that we took a stroll around the mall.

Until we stumble upon a men clothing outlet since dad wanted his new shirt. I didn't find anything interesting there, just browsing until I saw a figure in front of me called out my name. A familiar voice, I look and I saw the person who caused my dark and painful memory of the past. He told me he recognize me with that blouse that i wore. He held out his hand to shake with mine. I was shocked and accept his hand. We had a small but memorable chat. I felt the painful memory slowly gone..with a miracle. The person I hate healed my wound.


When I went back home I listen to Len Kagamine's Song " Kokroro Kiseki" I thought to myself, so I guess that was a miracle that healed my heart.