It was her birthday and all I could afford was a kiss. I was broke but overflown with love for her. But, she understands little. She cried for new clothes and chocolates for her friends. She made cards for herself and waited for me whole night. I went home, empty handed. She looked at me- wept – and went to bed.

Today, I am rich. I bought fresh flowers for her and I kept those in front of her epitaph, which said – I am sorry, kid.