Memory of Childhood

It's strange how sometimes, when you remember people you once knew, you can only remember one image of them. For years you see them turning around, smiling or nodding in your mind. And that's all you remember.
I remember a friend I had in kindergarten in Germany. Her name was Ayaka. I don't remember her last name, and all I have left is a birthday card she gave me for my fifth birthday, just before we came to Australia. I don't even remember what she looked like. The only vague memory I have is of a little girl holding her mother's hand, turning to wave goodbye to me.
That's how I've seen her all these years.
In my mind Ayaka will always be waving goodbye to me. Forever.