The sun was setting and the day would soon ended. It was a beautiful sight indeed. I bet this is my last time being here, admiring it. I wished hard that the time was stopped, though I knew it is impossible. The time I had left was not much. The oak tree swayed from side to side, following the rhythm of the wind. It was planted by my dad, who left us a few years ago. He was always in my heart. God had made the decision to allow me to join him soon.