"Sshh," He slowly and gentle caresses your hair, the warmth of his hands hugged your shoulders which seemed to feel very fragile. "Hush little baby, Im here now."

The figure of a man whose face was never clear, only darkened every time you looked at him. The tall figure of a man you never recognized. But one thing you know; He's the one who always comforts you all the time, ever since you cried with hunger when your mother forgot to breastfeed you.

Says he is your guardian, calming you every time you cry when you come home from school because of the bullying. Taking on the role of a father figure better than an alcoholic man and a drug addict mother in the same roof. Being born by a prostitute doesn't make you get the same love as other children, nor does your father abuse you when he drunk or do drugs.

Although no one considers it 'normal' to talk to a faceless figure, or even believes in the existence of such a creature. Well, maybe he's just some childish imaginary, or maybe is he really there for you?