Hong Kong, photo courtesy of my Dad. I don't know if he really knows how to frame the beautiful view or the view is simply this beautiful.

My first ever HP book was Prisoner of Azkaban, but technically that isn't the oldest among my HP books because my Sorcerer's Stone happened to be a secondhand. A friend gave his book to my cousin and my ever kind cousin gave it to me when he knew that I bought Azkaban. Thanks to him! 

Look at that.. Battered and torn apart. 

I flipped the pages of my Azkaban book and this letter fell on my lap. I was surprised to see Roxanne's letter. To those who do not know, Roxanne is one of our friends, who had recently passed away earlier last year. 

I remember Roxanne as someone who cherishes her friends so much. She never failed to show us that she appreciates us. She used to write these notes, composed songs for our class, and even invent our "scientific names". When she left Statefields to get homeschooled, she would always come back for a visit. She always gives us some token of appreciation. 

This girl was never perfect. She used to always get in trouble, but that other side of her seems vague in my memory. Because of the goodness that she showed to us while she was alive, her good side is what I remember and I will cherish. My point is, a person can choose how can he be remembered. By doing good and showing love. Life is short.