Last night she came, with hundred fragrant red flowers. She kept them beside my head on the bed. Those flowers were for me .it was make me happy. She had shining and laughing face.
She kissed on my forehead . . . touched my chicks with her cold hands, but I felt love and warm . . . she stood with me for a little moments.

No, she was not angel but she was beautiful and loving angel only for me. My angel said ‘good bye’ . . . But I could not say anything.