In a cold morning in Switzerland, a day before returning home, I remembered how wonderful the places were. While I was wandering inside Uncle Tom's house, I saw a shocking thing. I flipped through the pages of Uncle Tom's photo galleries and saw an unexpected thing. I saw a photo of mine. It was when I was six years old. I knew it was my photo and I was with a girl next to me. We were playing in mud and I was covered with it. But I didn't know who the girl in the photo was. When I went back to ask about that photo, I heard a thing that I didn't knew before. The girl whom I remembered in September was none other than Cynthia. My father and Uncle Tom were friends since their childhood. So, they lived next door back then as our neighbor and Cynthia was the girl I remembered. I was happy that it was her. When I asked her about it she said that she knew it the whole time. That was the reason why she was happy with me. I felt awkward and didn't know what to do about it. Before leaving I had promised Cynthia that we would visit again the next time we meet. Whenever I looked at her she reminded me of Jenny. She was happy with me but I had no other intention. She was not the one I had dreamed of. I promised myself that I would bring Jenny to visit there sometime.