Notes of Sunshine

I met her when I was thirteen.

Her name was lovely: Xinning. She was a clever, sweet, and gentle girl. Everyone liked and admired her, but no one envied her, because she was always thoughtful and handled everything well. Xinning was the good girl every parent and teacher adored, but deep down, she also had the rebellious streak and individuality of someone our age.

Back then, I never imagined that Xinning and I would have a story together. That story was like a string of sunlit notes.