Her sudden arrival in front of my doorstep proved to be more than a moments shock for me. Though it might have been a few seconds or it might have been a few minutes, but eventually, I did manage to break my own speechlessness.

"Umm…what are you doing here?"

"You sounded sad." Her voice echoing with a slight concern.

"I really didn't expect you to turn up" my mind raced to comprehend what was happening and what else I could say. "not this week at least."

"You…sounded…sad" She repeated again, slower, as if trying to teach a small child the simple basic facts.

I couldn't understand. I dared not understand what was happening to me. Yet there she was, standing right in front of me, removing her jacket, telling me she's there simply because I sounded sad. All my life I have pleaded to existence for a friend who'd be there in times of need. All my life I have been ignored throughout.

Until now.

I tried to understand. I couldn't understand. So I stopped trying to understand and started to appreciate the here and now. I was sad. She was here. What came next didn't need contemplation or understanding.

I hugged her tightly and let myself go. She embraced me back and reminded me that sometimes, just sometimes, small miracles do happen even in the darkest of moments.