What a beautiful purple-pink sky. Oh, there is even an orange stripe with rusty red sequins. I walk, holding my mother’s hand, my father goes near, smiling and telling something incredibly interesting. Ah! And what is it? A flying unicorn? Well, just a miracle! Oh, where did Dad go? Why is he far from us? What happened? I run to my Dad in tears, my Mum grabs my hand and pulls me to her … I wake up with a bitter thought that now I can see HIM only in a dream.