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Three tears fell down from her cheek yet it failed to land quietly on the mahogany floor. It was a Sunday morning when Abigail rose from her pink blanket. She touched her head, she drank her favorite melon juice in front of her, and she felt her head heavy.

Words never escaped from her mouth. Suddenly, as she spoke of anything else, her voice returned. How is it that out of all things she can possibly say, why were those phrases weren't heard?

Then she looked around her. Big plushies of bunnies and cows dominated her left and right. On her front was a hanging green dinosaur, smirking at her ignorance. She threw her pillow to the haughty plushie and it hid its grin away from her.

She never had received this when she was young. How come she didn't know?

She shook her head and scratched her silky hazel brown hair. She counted from one to ten, but never a single idea brushed her head. She stood up from her bed, went up the door, and looked at the calendar. It's April 4, a day of foolishness. Sometimes she thought she wanted to remove this date off her mind, but she kept mulling over it.

She heard a knock. "Abigail, are you awake?"

"Yes, mom I'm coming there. Wait for a minute."

She combed her hair, wore her favorite clothes, and went to the kitchen where her father, sister, and mother were waiting. She sat next to her sister and whispered things about her room. Her sister replied about their father giving them to her, but she can't recall when.

"Father, do you know when did you give me a green dinosaur as a gift?"

"I think it was when you were ten, around Christmas. Why did you ask suddenly about it, my dear?"

"Nothing, dad. I was suddenly recalling about something, and I probably think someone gave it to me but I couldn't remember it."

Father smiled. "Abigail, if you ever find yourself so strongly about a missing object, relax. Try give it some thought, not too much, and let it go. Soon enough, that missing thing will come dropping clues and you'll find it."

Mother interrupted him. "Honey, don't let her mull over it. She had a bad day yesterday, don't you know that?"

Father nodded. Her sister finished her soup and went upstairs, probably grinding another legendary weapon for her next event. Mother called her back to pick up her utensils and she went back and placed them on top of the sink and returned to her business.

Abigail, being the diligent and nice girl she always was, cleaned up the table as her parents finished ahead of her and placed the utensils on the sink as her mother started washing the dishes. It always made her day, and took some cookies from the fridge for her snacks.

Then, she returned to her room. She couldn't believe her parents nor her sister recalled her toys exactly as she saw from the dream. She shook her head, took deep breaths, and grabbed her phone. Someday, she'll be able to solve this one. Maybe, if she calls a friend or two now, she might remember.

"Hello, is this you Alex?"

"Yes, this is Alex. Why did you call me all of a sudden, Abigail? Is there something wrong?"

"Do you know someone who usually gives me gifts?"

"Gifts? Hmmm, I wished I know one aside from myself, but recently I gave you a sketch pad. Did you happen to draw a few sketches?"

"Ah, right. Yes, here's it." She stretched out to her study table and grabbed a long, black-faced sketch pad from the drawer. "There's a few things here and then, but nothing new. By the way, anything like a stuff toy? "

"Hahahaha. You don't seriously like them. You told me one time in the comfort room about how you seriously hate stuff toys except for those given by your dad. Did that satisfy you?"

"Probably. Thank you so much, Alex. "

"Whenever you need someone to hang out or someone to talk to, just ask me. I'll bring the ideas springing from you, guaranteed."

She hung up, and drew freely in the air. It might be just my father, she said to herself. However, his hair was chocolate brown, and his grey eyes didn't match. There's still a lot to remember. It might come several days later, and she put a forced smile on herself.

After a while, a strong breeze blew. A small paper flies inside her room, and she picked it up. It read, "45 Vermont Avenue. Alone, questions only." Her heart beated strongly. This might be it.

She asked Father and Mother some spare change for a trip downtown, and they gave her a thousand pesos. "I know you'll need a lot for what's going on with you, and I wish you the best, my love." Father said.

"Thanks, dad. Love you too. " They exchanged kisses in the cheek, and then she went outside the house.

She looked at the sky. Slightly sunny, with flocks of Eurasian Tree Sparrow looking ahead to the East. She grabs her umbrella and walks away.