I was running to school, toast in my mouth, worried that I was going to be late. As I ran through the beautiful street, my foot caught on a cherry blossom tree root. I fell, but soon was caught in someone's strong arms.

It was student council president, Obama-san.

"O-Obama!" I had yelled, clutching his strong, bulging bicep. He smiled gently, lifting to me onto my feet and grabbing my bag for me.

I was astonished. Obama, dear student president, had helped me in my time of need.

Many years later, he became president...it was incredible.

Obama............I'll never forget what we had together.

I love you, Obama.