As you know, there is a photo of a girl on my meal card. Thanks to it, I recovered my card after it was lost the other week.

One day during the lunch break, I asked Tom, my classmate, to grab a meal for me from the canteen, for I would have to go to the dorm to fetch a book. When I was back in the classroom, Tom put the meal on my desk, but he said that he had lost my card in the rush. Genuinely apologetic as Tom was, I had an impulse to kick him in the ass at the moment. He had no clue what the card means to me. The girl’s photo on it is priceless. I cursed Tom under my breath for his carelessness.

That day after school, on campus I ran into the girl called Mary, whose photo is on my card. No sooner had I told her what had befallen the card than Mary burst into laughter. She produced a card magically from her pocket and thrust it into my hand. It was the very lost card. How come?

That very day during the lunch break, Mary was on the way from the canteen back to the classroom. A girl schoolmate stopped her and looked her in the face. Mary, whose picture is on my meal card, was confused. The schoolmate, having studied Mary for a while, handed over the card to her, taking it for granted that was hers because of the photo.

The school has a large student population. With over 4,000 students on campus, it is amazing that the card found its miraculous way back to the owner. Tom lost it, some schoolmate picked it up, it was returned to the girl whose photo is on the card, and the very girl I have been admiring brought it back to me.

The story ends well. The extraordinary journey the card made has thus brought Mary and me much closer.