I saw my sister's photograph placed on the table and a garland is hanging on her frame. Dad and Malik's family are sitting in front of that frame and crying while looking at Angie's photograph.
I slowly stride towards that frame and stand in front of it, I was about to touch her frame but suddenly I heard the painful cry of a baby. I turned and look at the small baby girl in the arms of Armaan's mother.
I look at the frame of my sister then I look back to the baby. I don't know what to say, how to react, how to express my pain.
Instead of crying about the death of my sister, I stride towards Armaan's mother and look at the baby girl, who exactly looks like my sister. My heart clenched to see her, she is crying so badly.
I took that baby girl from Mrs. Malik and continue to stare at
