"What is the point of being wealthy if your faith is empty?" that question is still popping in my mind nonstop even after decades and after the day she died.

I'm Fidel, a fresh psychologist who had just graduated from college. I'm in the mental hospital, waiting for my first patient to come.

M-Mary h-had a l-little l-lamb, little lamb. M-Mary had a l-little lamb and its e-ears are r-red as b-blood.

These words were continuously being sung as I walked down the hallway, I gazed at the clock and it's 8 o'clock in the evening. Will that be my first patient?

"Perhaps I will be your first and last patient." a lady who's in her year of thirties approached me. Her smile lit up the room like wildfire!

"You're wrong when you said you were my last patient." as soon as I finished talking, she took off her maskara.

"Remember me?" I didn't know she was disguising herself.

"Y-You died a few years ago, how can you be alive again?" it seems lightning has struck my heart once again.

"It will do no good for you if you are seeking the reason why I am here. Do not easily believe in the false news of others, I will be your first and last patient!" she initiatively kissed me, Mary was the girl my heart has been longing for all these years.

"W-Why am I breathing so heavily? The taste of your lips is strange." I started feeling dizzy and my body fell on the ground.

"I have poison in my lips, luckily I have created my own antidote." it was just a tiny drop of medicine that Mary had swallowed and there were no more left for me.

"What is the point of being wealthy if your faith is empty?" I uttered those words with all my strength.

"I am empty-handed all of my life, but I will never be empty with my faith." my breathing has eventually stopped.

"My faith is empty, I should fill it soon. Because I have en extra antidote, I will give it to you Fidel."

Ten years after the incident...

I have decided to become a pastor, and Mary was right when she said she became my first and last patient.

She is the patient I have cured, and my love for Mary never perished because the Lord gave it to me in the right time.