The picture

Dear Sunshine,

''For some unknown reason, I feel sad every time I look at this picture'',

The truth is, there is no unknown reason.

I feel sad because she grew up hating her life and what is around. Not that she is being ungrateful, but she has been trained to. And forced to. Lock up to believe that life is about a hanging dark cloud over her head all the time. To believe that she worth nothing and deserve no goods.

Even when I intervened, took her away, tried to safe her, she couldn't even make herself to adapt to new, meaningful life. She had been completely brainwashed, corrupted to the core. She has no belief in hope, she has no belief in love.

I looked at her picture again, look at her cute lips and innocent eyes. Her small fingers and soft skin. I almost could imagine the warmth of holding her, I can smell her. And all of sudden, my lips can feel her skin, and her lips. I imagine kissing her plumpy cheeck.

And I was then, lost into my imagination. I dreamt that I was there and upon taking her away from her aunty , I made a run. Ran away with her. Hide away in a place where no one could reach us. And I raise her. I let her be herself. Love her, and give hope to her. And she will not be sick like she is now.

But that is not what happened. The reality is, life had been really cruel to her. Now, she is lying on the bad waiting for her time to end. She has waited for so long, but death still shy away.

I took her hand into mine, and say ''This is not the life you should live. If you can't see the beauty , then I'' ll let you go. I don't want you to suffer anymore.''