I enjoy watching my sister as she grows up... I see her palms, taking the shapes of mine. New stories and experiences of a beautiful childhood are being written on them. Therefore I think that it is something more than the greatest devotion to religion, my task to correct these lines on the palms of her hands, as much as it is in my power, into more laughter and happiness. And then when we find ourselves sharing memories with each other, only we will, through a smile, recognize all the good things that have been added to our little adventures.
A kiss of an angel