It was in May when the petals of blooming flowers are all moist with dew and the atmosphere is filled with fragrance and sweetness. There--in a humble home which I frequently visited, lives a fair maiden of sweet sixteen whose name I never knew. For many times I used to catch frogs in her yard, buy pieces of bread in her store and often see this fair maiden but never did I mind her at all.

Then one day, I was fetching water from an artesian by her home, and she was then coming from the market with a small basket on her head. Suddenly, I heard a loud voice followed by unwholesome words from the lips of her guardian (aunt). She tried to scold and blame her for spilling the bottle of KETSAP over the basket full of fresh rice. Oh! I could not help but pity her for such punishment she received. I knew she was yet too young to be very precautious for this mishaps.

Then June came and I have often escorted her on way to school. I did not know why we have always meet each other. She was a six grader and I was a Senior in high school. Oh what a nice schooling for me to be with somebody! Many times we used to converse about our studies. And on August 24, I gave her one of our pictures taken during our picnic in Taldawa. Oh she liked it very much that she also bestowed me one of hers in her class. She was giving it without any dedication at all but I refused to accept it. then she brought it home and the next morning, she gave it with a nice dedication. Oh how sweet such a dedication. I cherished and embraced it so dearly in my heart for it is the only precious thing on earth for me.