I remember the day when I saw his soft silky pinkish hair brush and a soft cotton dress. The next day, when a little champ stepped into the Cosmos, everything fell still and stunned because the baby was taken for examination. For a while, doctors put him in ICU, then what happened was really surprising because someone notified me that a blue coloured baby had got birth. While we were waiting for further information about him, the news shocked me "he failed to make it". When he passed away, the excruciating pain overwhelmed her mom's dreams. Time passed away and a year later, someone told me that sister was suffering from CANCER -ist stage. For five years she was suppressed by cancer, but she neither stopped fighting against it nor she bent her knees down. I remember those evenings when she was used to sitting inside the garden surrounded by flowers, with her grey hair, pale face knocking on the door of death every second. After five years of struggle to survive, the angle of death, succeeded in hunting her breath and she left her two kids "with their eyes tored apart"