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    “I’ll come down later. I’ll go get something from my room
first,” I said to her and then headed upstairs to where my old room was.
    It was the same old path I’d taken to and fro for years and
it surely brought back warm memories. I opened the door and removed the white
cloth that covered my bookcase. I coughed a little as I inhaled some of the
dust that fell off. I guessed that it couldn’t be help because my room hadn’t
been used for years. Same old place where my bed was positioned. The same old
things I’d kept before. It was only I who somewhat had changed.
    I traced the desk with my fingers, reminiscing the times
when I used to sit here all day and write things out in my diary. That was my
answer—my diary. I hadn’t used it since I was in my fourth year in the
university. But it did keep record of the previous years, which I was certain
included that certain person that fortune teller was talking about.
    And after all those years of writing from way back then, it
became kind of piled up by now. I had a dozen of journals in my room. I grabbed
one from the bookcase and looked carefully at the date, making something from
the smudged writings.
    Nope, not this one.
    I put it back and grabbed the next one beside it.
    High school.
    Okay, maybe I’d start with this.
    I pulled the rest of my high school journals up to the one
that touched my first days in college and put everything in my bag. I would
read it later and bring it with me back to my apartment. I thought that maybe I
would be in need of some reference as I pressed on my journey of finding out
the culprit for my bad luck.
    When I went downstairs, I saw my dad looking straight at me.
And he was like the last person on earth I wanted to see right now. Not after
the break-up with Aaron.
    “So you’ve actually found some time to visit us,” he said.
    I hurried to his side and planted a kiss on his cheek.
There, that would do the trick. I was the youngest of four and my daddy’s
favorite since I was the only girl. And yes, he was worried because of all
that. All my brothers were happily married by now and already had a family of
their own. I was the only one who had been left behind. No child to carry
around. It was not as if I had chosen this kind of life myself. If it wasn’t
for that stupid luck, I should be the happiest person on earth by now.
    Hello? Valentine’s Day proposal?
    “What’s with the bag? I thought you were staying for
dinner?” asked Mom as she eyed the bag that I was carrying. I looked at myself
and realized that I looked like I was about to knock off any moment soon.
    Well, I was planning not to stay. But since it turned out
this way, I guessed I couldn’t help it. Dad would start the sermon anytime now.
I put down my bag and told them, “I’m going to sleep here. It’s kind of dusty
upstairs.”
    “I haven’t known that you’ll be coming over so I haven’t
cleaned your room for long,” said Mom as she got dinner ready.
    “I’m okay on the sofa,” I assured her, smiling wildly as I
patted the soft cushion.
    “What about your arm?” she asked worriedly. “Will you be all
right? You can sleep in our room or we can clean your bed if you want.”
    “Oh, my arm’s okay now,” I said as I raised my right arm.
“See? All better.”
    My mom nodded silently for a while, unconvinced. “If you say
so, honey.”
    She disappeared to the kitchen and I followed her. Between
Dad and Mom with regards to the situation, I’d definitely choose Mom in a
heartbeat. I helped her get the dishes and put it on the table. After getting
everything ready, Mom called my dad to join us. Then we said a prayer and
started eating.
    The silence persisted longer than expected. It had been two
minutes and my dad wasn’t still saying a word. I tapped my foot under the table
as I awaited my dad’s long speech. And then after a count of twenty, it began,
“Kayla, when are you going to settle down with Aaron?”
    And I was so glad that I