My cherished roommates became my life‐ line, filling the voids in my life with boundless kindness and love. Never could I have imagined that a hand‐ ful of macadamia nuts would nearly bring me to my knees. As my customary post-dinner snack, I shared half the bag generously with my room‐ mates. As midnight approached, a subtle discom‐ fort in my stomach quickly escalated into a har‐ rowing ordeal. Before long, I found myself mak‐ ing six trips to the bathroom in rapid succession, drained and fatigued. On the seventh attempt, I weakened, lost my footing, and collapsed to the floor. Suddenly, the dormitory was bathed in light as sleepy faces peered at me, concern etched upon their features. Without hesitation, they rallied around me, swiftly determining that a trip to the hospital was imperative. By 1 a.m., we were en route. Supported by their arms and surrounded by comforting words, I stumbled forward, the sound of our footsteps echoing on the moist pavement. In the serene stillness of the night, we pressed onward until we reached the "White Paradise, " our sanctuary. Though no angelic figure awaited us, my room‐ mates wasted no time in springing into action, each assuming a role without the need for verbal exchange. The doctor, roused from slumber, swiftly assessed my condition and prescribed medica‐ tion. Despite my roommates' protests, foreseeing my inevitable reaction, I obediently took the medicine, only to expel it moments later. We sought a second treatment, characterized by the sharp prick of needles and the lingering agony of infusions. As the night wore on, I sat tethered to the infusion drip, enveloped in discomfort and fear. My roommates, visibly fatigued yet unwavering in their devotion, took turns keeping vigil, ensur‐ ing my safety and well-being. With the dawn came relief, as I bid fare‐ well to the hospital ward and returned to the comfort of my room. Reflecting on the ordeal, I am awestruck by the unwavering support of those who, less than a year ago, were strangers to me. The memory of their footsteps echoing in the night, their tireless efforts by my side, and their watchful presence during the long hours of treatment will forever remain etched in my mind. Two years prior, scarred by the cruelties of the world, I vowed to shut myself off from love and compassion. Yet, two years later, you entered my life and illuminated the beauty of humanity with your selfless kindness. Thank you, my god‐ desses, for breathing life back into me.