It was a fresh spring day. The day I was led to the park by my mother's hand.

In the park filled with the noise of energetic children, I met her.

A girl with brownish hair and eyes, wearing a dress the color of the clear spring sky.

She seemed to be the daughter of my mother's friend. She was hiding behind her mother's legs, looking at me shyly.

The moment I first saw her, shining like a supernova, I knew. She and I were destined.

While our mothers continued their conversation, I approached the shy girl. Fortunately, she opened her heart easily, and that's how we became friends.