I had time in front of my laptop, trying to focus on finish the report but I couldn't concentrate. The turquoise ring over my desk seemed to have me enchanted; at times I grabbed spinning into my fingertips as if with this I could uncover the mystery inside the vines around the gem.

I left aside and stood up to go at the small bookcase near my bed, where besides having my college books and those I used for reading, I had my photo albums and also one that belonged to my grandmother. To distract myself to see if I managed to focus again on the structural safety report, I began to turn the pages decorated with flowers and cats

"I have not looked at it" I said looking at the pictures of myself when I was a baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. I don't like this color.

In other I had pigtails that were rolled as a donut like Princess Leia

"I don't know who told my mother that this looked good" then I grabbed my grandmother's album

I recalled seeing her pictures that twice a year she took me with her to visit the hospitals. The children in the photos looked fascinated watching her with the book open reading her tales, at times I felt jealous of sharing her with them, but I knew that she did to make them happy by being in the hospital.

Because of this loved her so much

“And this?" one picture caught my attention, I was in the middle of a girl with brown hair smaller than me, and a blond boy. He had round eyes and was dressed in white. It was staring at the camera, his expression was serene and lips seem to smile.

At that moment my mother entered my bedroom

"Your father called to recalling you the lunch you have today" she asked placing my clothes over the cabinet, opening the drawer

"Mother"

"Yes" she turned

"Who are these kids here?" I flip the photo album pointing my finger on this

"Give me" she placed the glasses hanging from her neck and took the album "It's one of the readings of your grandmother?"

"Yes, I don't know why this boy caught my attention"

"It must be because he is cute"

"It's not so" I complained

"I know it isn't for this, maybe called your attention because not only appears here but also in other photos with your grandmother” She passed the pages “Well, except in this one. I remember the girl and maybe you also”

"Really?"

"It's the senator's daughter, and I think is time that you change your clothes. Remember that your father dislikes being late"

"I really have to go?"

"Your sister is in the preparations of her wedding, and for obvious reasons I can no go"

With my parent's divorce the responsibility of going with my father to dinners and meetings that were boring, lay in me. The first months after their divorce was difficult for me and my sister, but we learned to endure with time

She gave me the photo album "The dress you have to use is in the closet with the short jacket and shoes"

"My father should think about launching as a candidate, he knows many important people"

"I don't think so" she opened the door "I'll be working in the dining room, we publish a book this week and I have to coordinate the release"

"Mom"

"Yes"

"I know you wanted me to work with you but ..."

"Jin Ah" she said with benevolent voice "Don't do anything that doesn't make you happy, if being an architect is what you want follow that path" and she went out

I saw the photo album thinking about how my grandmother had the ability to bring happiness to these children, and I thought of my mother who supported me when I took the decision to study architecture. Unlike my father that for a week not speak to me

"And for this now I'm the one who should with go with him for public relations"