The atmosphere of the campus where my son is attending college is very busy. Many graduates flock to the sidewalks. Some other graduates ride the motorbike bringing toga and hair bun. They look so happy. And so am I. Today I am very happy and relief because the struggle to pay for my son’s college will end shortly after this.

“Arjun!” suddenly someone call me from another direction. My head is searching for the source of the sound. A few minute later I see a man with a gift coming to me. I frowned to recognize him. After a while trying to unfold my memory I finally remembered who the white guy is.

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“Hakim!” I reply while laughing. We shake hands tightly.