"She doesn't have a name yet?" Kace was surprised as he also forgot to ask the name of the baby before this.
"I want to name her Serefina junior, but I don't think you will like it." Serefina glanced at the baby. She really didn't have any idea what name would suit her, thus it was better to leave this insignificant matter to Kace to ponder about.
Kace's nose scrunched in pure disgust at her idea. He was totally against it. What kind of name was that?
Kace was looking at the sleeping baby, her lips slightly opened and her little pointed nose was so small. She was so vulnerable, yet she was the most substantial entity in his life.
Kace wished nothing for her but happiness, just like how she became the light in the end of the tunnel of his penitence.
And then Kace remembered a poem, the poem that he heard a long time ago…
[Do you believe in what you see
Do you believe in reality
Do you believe in the sun that's bright
