Finale

I stood, tall beside my baby's grave. Black in clothing yet colourful in the flowers I brought her. It was a summer bouquet. As radiant as my Milani. As humongous as my unending love for her.

I felt her presence. Saw her smile in the sky. For the first time, I heard her giggle. I felt the caress of her tiny hand. it brought me tears.
Me: Milani, I'm not happy I'm leaving you here, but I have to. I'm leaving this country for good. It has done me more harm than good. I hope I still will feel your warmth and presence. I hope I did the right thing. I need you to know you're loved. I care for you, still and you will never be forgotten. I love you so much.