Everyone changes

"I'm off," I yelled behind me as I picked up my car keys from the table and moved towards the apartment door. 

  Melissa was already gone to the exhibition that she was covering these few days. 

  Jasmine was still inside her room, doing God knows what. She was usually busy with her Channel's broadcasting. 

  She had just been appointed as a full time reporter last year, and she was diligent enough to work hard for it. She had really earned it.

  She had not cared much whether it was day or night she had went to cover every news she heard of. 

  I remember she had gone to cover the news about a little girl, years back,  whose parents had a car accident, but she had survived alone. But to dismay the little could not recall anything and all that she could respond at that time was a weak nod.

  I had volunteered to go there with her. And might be that was the time when I had decided I wanted to be a neurosurgeon.