Sundays were never the same again. Kas was an innocent, sweet child. She was exceptionally quiet, and sometimes uncooperative, but that's why everyone loves her.
Her stubborn nature sure collided with her adorable face, but she was one with great imagination and loved to tell stories to all her 'imaginary friends'. That was this small and thin 4 year-old child. She was just a tiny flower waiting for her turn to blossom.
This is a story about a girl,
who taught me so many amazing things.
Kas, you are the treasure in everyone's eyes. (:
& this blog is for you.
