My Dad!

Another morning with the colors of sadness, covering the sky. The sun has come up and Crystal was sitting by a window, looking at the foggy outside. Her body shivered with a cold that will never go away, a cold that has been inside her for eight years.

She has no complaints about the path she has chosen to follow, it's always the right path. She wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Through her blurry eyes, she checked the clock. She realized it is time to let her feelings buried inside again. She stood and shuffled across the room; stopping in front of the bed where her daughter was snoring peacefully.

She on the bed, and leaned to plant a soft kiss on her hair. "Get up. It's 7." She whispered softly. She knew her daughter was awake, she was just pretending to be sleep.

She always does this. She knew after finishing the morning prayer, mom always loves to sit alone beside the window. She prete