Last week, I had a strange dream.

It was the first day of my class and I was in grade 11 (16 years old) at that time. I sat at teacher's desk so I had a sweeping view of the classroom. Everybody was seeking a partner to sit at the same desk with. I knew all of them because we were at the same class last year. A thousand thoughts were running in my mind at the same time. I was sitting here because I wanted to sit alone.

Suddenly, Kokoro appeared in the centre of the classroom and she looked so embarrassed. No one wanted to sit with a stupid, shameless and thoughtless person like her. I ran towards her, took her hand and told her sit with me. We sat and watched video on her smartphone together.

"Kokoro" in my dream is another "Kokoro". Her last name is not "Tsurumaki" and she had also known how others see her. My "Kokoro" was happy, not because of the power of money, but because of her kind heart.

Picture of Kokoro and me who have blue violet hair.

That was a nostalgic dream.

When I were in first grade, I usually told something funny to make my partner smile. That maked me very happy.

Nowadays, that rarely happens.

But my good heart still beats. I can feel happy by my heart and a kind heart will make me very happy.