Today I saw that boy again, sitting in the middle of the dandelion shrubs, showered by the moonlight, smiling and glowing like a little angel on earth. He had his beautiful eyes tightly shut, his hands holding a dandelion on his chest before he lifted his face up and blow it... watching how the tiny white cotton fly into the air.

Everything about him is still the same. Years passed, and he didn't change one bit. He had grown up beautiful....