Do you see how beautiful the clouds are? Isn’t it almost magical how they can assume different shapes? How about the way the blue skies remind you of a calm sea? Or the way Carabaos look funny when they eat grass? Even the chickens seem interesting when they walk.

That’s how I see things through Sandy’s eyes. Everything is beautiful, more detailed, spectacular and amazing. The way the paint is starting to peel off an old wall, the rust covering an unused padlock, a tattered ribbon slowly unfurling in my hands. The ant on our floor has a story now, the stuffed toys talk and dance and the small tent can be a big castle if I wish it to be. Nothing is impossible.