I am going to miss this place.

Emeline walks into my room with disheveled hair, looking exhausted.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. Can I have some ibuprofen?"

"Yes!" I scamper over to the drawer. The bottle is, of course, mostly full.

"You giving me medicine..." Emeline says as she shakes the tablets into her palm. "I never thought this day would happen."