Found Comfort in my Hands

Just across the tarred road side, around the new market axis, stood the decent house. I had rang the electronic bell two times now, and was about to enjoy the fun of pressing a button again, when my ears recognized some footsteps approaching the modern wooden door from the inside.

It was undoubtedly nice inside, with the large chandelier hanging gloriously from the tall P.O.P ceiling, radiating its whiteness to all around the large living room. The lighten wasn't just the only beautiful thing about my uncle's place, the walls were one of a kind - it was made to shine like glass which threw me in awe.
"How can walls be made to look like they were made of glass?".
I was pondering on my self-afflicted question and answer when Aunty Mary beckoned on my consciousness

Her stomach wasn't as big now, and in the loose gown that she wore, she looked older.
There were dozens of large portraits lined at the hall way, and I wanted to study them.
Trailing Aunty Mary step was more vital than the distracting paintings that called put to me. Aunty was taking me to the baby's room.

The baby was snuggling up to my uncle's fatherly arms as I made to carry her. She was a living beauty. Brushing the curly hair that dropped down to her brows with a finger made her widen those magical eyes that one would mistake as unreal.
She smiled at my finger, clutching tightly to it as if she had just been gifted my index finger as toy.