September 7: A Special Day
September 7 is a special day for me. It's special because on this day, one of my best friends was born. You know who you are. I've known you for almost fifteen years already and no matter how near or far, we are always the same. Even though sometimes years have passed before we see another, when we meet it is exactly the same. We know each other inside out. We know the good and the bad. College was where it all happened. I loved my time there and of course being with good friend made it all better. Together we explored the city, tried out new eateries and cried on each other's shoulders. I remember studying together in the library, hanging out in the lab (with me trying to help although I have no clue about robotics. I did help put together a motor for a robot leg though!), buying lunch at food trucks, late night karaokes, or cooking dinners. Her room was always where we hung out. It was where everyone hu...