And sometimes she would just look at the sun and smile, like you would smile at an old friend, like they had a secret of their own. I was almost jealous but mostly curious. Maybe it wasn't about the sun, maybe it was a memory the sun witnessed and I didn't. Maybe they remininsed it every once it a while. Or maybe she just loved sun sets. I'll never know. But the when she looks at it, it's like the time has paused for her little moment. For that little moment her smile is genuine. It holds all the innocence in the world. And sometimes we all need moments like those. To breathe. To remember. To be human.