It was a few minutes before her bedtime when all of a sudden she remembered what her aunt told her about shadow: that it exists to remind us that there's a light somewhere. And shadow can comfort us when the light is too bright, when we feel like it blinds our eyes or burns our skin. Just like life, one minute you're happy, the next you're sad. A right amount of darkness in our life can teach us about balance and humility.
She missed her aunt, the woman who was like her second mom. She cried a little bit, although she knew that it won't change a thing, that it won't turn back the time and allow her to kiss her aunt's cheeks for the last time before she passed away, or allow her to buy more time so she could attend her funeral.
But she cried anyway. Released the storm so she would get the quiet peace of the night after.
