I'm sitting in my office, waiting for a phone call from my wife. I don't know why I'm wating. It must be an important phone call. I try to think of her sweet face, but I can't. I know I love her with all my heart, but I can't remember her face, her sweet face, neither her smile. I can't recall her face. Now I'm not sure if I can remember anything about my wife. I look up the clock on my desk. It's 3:15 p.m. I walk outside the office. Take the elevator down to the streets. I light a cigarette. People tell me it's bad for my health. But, I still smoke two or three packs a day. I walk to a nearby park and sit on a bench. A real nice day. I see some couples holding hands and strolling around the park. There's a little girl sitting across from me. I look at her face and smile. What a cute little thing... Then I realize that she looks like someone I knew. It's the girl that I chased in my dream! Not much resemblance, though. Maybe it's the smile-- that sad tragic smile. A sudden pain in my heart. I don't know why. I walk back to my office. It's just a ten minute walk. I drop by a convenience store and buy a bottle of whine. It's a white zinfandel-- my wife's really fond of it. When I get back, my colleague tells me that my wife had called. She gives me a memo from her. I read it. "I'm at my mother's. I'll call you back again." My wife loves me. And I love her. But, something's still missing. I just don't know what it is, yet. It's just like that dream. I can't grasp what is missing. That seems like a syndrom in my life. Too bad... I tell myself "you will be fine." "It's just the stress from the work." But, I enjoy my work. The pay is good and I don't have to worry about getting laid off. I used to worry about it all the time when I was working for "S" group. ---to be continued.--