I woke up to the touch of a warm morning sunshine shining on my bed. This was my alarm after his death. I couldn't think straight for the first few eyelashes of the clock, but I did manage to get back on track. My morning routine has been completed like any other normal day. Proudly checked my children - vegetables that I was growing in my garden. This is all I need, a sample of happiness and a sound of virginity. As usual, market time and my eyes are everywhere. Sister. My eyebrows shrinked into the position where it alarmed my eyes to go bloody red. I know her since I was born. "Look who's here." the monster said. I ignored her meaningless words just to make her feel like she is unimportant, but she caught me back."Awh, cannot speak, because your lovely husband died?". This was the moment I paused the present and ran back to past. Him. My blood started to boil like the kettle yesterday morning, running faster than the colour black.