Wordsworth had quoted in his poem that Child is the Father of Man and in my case my Rosia was my parent figure too.
She had dreams for her – mighty, majestic dreams. She had waited for this feeling of motherhood since so long. Just a few days more and then they would be a family
Nila jumped off the couch to grab the camcorder. But the next moment, like the rain clouds that got blown away in the wind before the storm began