After that day, I started going there daily. I started liking the company of this extraordinary girl. I liked the curios smile of hers, mystic eyes of her and mostly the cloudy white hair of her. My brother use to ask, 'where do you go everyday? You don't even talk to me lately, what happened?' I could not keep a secret from my brother for long, so I said, 'I climbed the mountain.' he was so stunned that not even a single word came out of his mouth. ' Yes, I went there. I saw that girl, her name is Lily. But she can never hurt anyone.' 'why did you...' before my brother could speak, dad walked through the door. His eyes were filled with fear and astonishment. My brother said 'you know him dad, he is just joking around!' I said with a strange urge to prove something, 'I am not joking! She is really a nice gir...' I barely completed my words when my father bursted with anger, ' creatures like her can never do any good to anybody!!' and then he stormed out of our house. And he didn't return that night. I also got angry my father didn't listen to anyone's precpective, he always very stubborn to beliefs.
But maybe just maybe only the lords of heavens and the Earths know that at that time a middle aged man sitting on a bench on a lone snowy evening and tears are dropping from his eyes and his mind was playbacking an old picture of some familiar faces, and yes the white haired girl was also there, looking as beautiful as now.