Watching the sleeping twins' faces with their mouths still faithfully sucking on formula-filled pacifiers was a touching sight for Ansel Balder. They stroked their soft, tanned hair, kissed them affectionately and with tears, and then looked out the window. The wind blows on Ansel Balder's tired face at the end of summer when the song's longing is still heard.
I'm here without you, baby.
But you're still on my lonely mind.
I think about you, baby, and I always dream about you.
I'm here without you, baby.
But you're still with me in my dreams (3 doors down)
The man's tears fell again, even how many times he couldn't count every time he heard the verse of a song that was now his favorite. Every time he looks at his two children, what comes to Ansel Balder's mind is always Daphne Tjia. Even though time has passed for almost a year or even the second year after his death, the inner wounds that perforate the heart cannot be closed so easily.
