There are some times that are indescribable, times that not even beautiful pictures or writings can sum up. I felt like this when I got a call from the Isabell's parents. In a high-pitched, squeaky voice, her dad told me that my Isabell was getting an acupuncture appointment scheduled Tuesday, May 6. At first I was confused; why would she need that? But without having to ask, her dad said that the acupuncturist claimed she knew how to get her memories back with shock therapy, ergo, save Izzy.  Her dad hung up, I dropped my phone on the floor, picked up the papers that had been neglected for a day, and danced around the room, laughing and singing. I said a quick prayer, and jumped onto my bed, twirling my hair till my finger became numb. 

    Isabell had her appointment right on time. In a few days, she remembered everyone again. Her mom, dad, and Jeana. They were all she needed. She went on with her regular life. Going back to school, working on a science projects with her best friend. Now Jeana's house wasn't so lonely. Isabell came every day and they lived long lives, dare I say, Happily Ever After.