While you are sleeping, I am staring at you. You have this child-like
face, innocent to be exact. There’s no trace of bitterness while
you’re in peace. I know I want to be here, sitting beside you
always; but pity me, it can’t be. I’m just an angel who peeps in
when she’s gone out of the door…
I’ll be updating these snapshots (with photographs soon) but first, I’d like you to have your own photo in your mind with my words. Tell me what you saw. Thank you.