“The real person smiles in trouble, gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.”

“Butu, come and have dinner.” Dad, for a change, called me.

“Coming, dad!”

“I will feed you.” Dad announced, seeing my busy hands and just like childhood, I sat next to him, he made small morsels and fed me. I bit back a cry when dad wiped my mouth after feeding me and made me drink water. My eyes surfaced with tears, nevertheless and I hugged my dad tightly.

He slowly patted my head. “My little princess has grown big enough.” I could sense his croaked voice.

“I love you dad. I don’t want to...