On Saturday mornings, he would wait in front of the living-room window that faces the long pathway leading to his front gate. He would wait for the grey-haired angel who would always bring a smile to his face and fill his heart with joy. She would always bring those five-rupee Dairy-Milk bars, with the figure of an antique car etched on the middle of it. He would not share it with anyone, not even his sister.

Now, she would wait, inside the bedroom assigned to her, looking out of the window that opens to a six-foot wall. She would wait there, with those lemon candies inside her hand. Although, she could not see him walk towards her, she would know the instant his arm touched hers. Her heart fills with joy. Now, with no teeth, her cheeks looked chubbier and the tears could jump right off of them.