Simply drawing, under the loud silence of the night, towering over me was the golden light of my lamp. Everything was perfect, the visible stars, the exquisite light they emit. The silence was broken,- broken by the sound of a creaking door. The door got opened, with gentleness and care. as i saw my father entering the room. He calmly walked over, noting me still awake- he got closer to check, whispered a tender compliment to my drawing and delicately placed a kiss on my forehead. My dear father was always known for being kind. and perhaps that's why, i don't feel ashamed to admit, -admit, that he was the only parental figure i ever got to know. Not to forget, the best one i could ever ask for.