Left, Right

"Make a wish." He said to her on her 10th birthday. "When I grow up, I want to be hope's bride." She made her wish seriously. He looked at her serious look and smiled happily. He should have guessed this. This was a wish she must make every year. "Yeah, I know. What else?" He asked. "When can I be your bride?" She asked, raising her head. "When you grow up." He patted her head. "I have grown up. Look, I have grown taller again." She compared her height. "You will be my bride on your 18th birthday," he told her. "Really?" She jumped excitedly. He was 13 years old that year. Yes, his promise to her - she would be his bride at the age of 18.