"I keep on dreaming about her, Jamee until it hurts so much because that was only a dream. Wouldn't have known she exists. How old is she now?"

"She's one and a half," I replied as my eyes stared at the top of his head.

"So much had happened within those times. Did you not tell her about me?" He kept on asking things knowing that it hurt him on the inside. It was like intangible torture to him.

"No." Short and simple.

"I wish I had known sooner. Besides I could be there for you, I wouldn't go crazy thinking about you out there alone. I wouldn't be a...