The next morning, a new thought arose in Aunt Mary's mind. She felt that instead of searching blindly among hundreds of photos, they should try something different—something closer to Rose's heart.
Mary called her brother Daniel, her husband, and her son to sit together in the hall. Her face showed seriousness mixed with hope.
"Listen," she said gently, "Rose has not seen that boy in real life, but she has seen him clearly in her dreams. His face, his height, his personality—everything is in her mind. Why don't we bring a painter and ask Rose to describe him? We can create a sketch of that dream boy."
Everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Daniel slowly nodded. "That's… actually a good idea. If we get his sketch, we can search for him in a better way."
Mary's husband added, "Yes, and we can even circulate the sketch among families, friends, and business contacts. Someone might recognize him."
Without wasting time, they immediately called a well-known artist.
By afternoon, the painter arrived at the mansion. He was calm, professional, and carried all his drawing materials. Rose was called downstairs.
She came slowly, still a little emotional, but when she heard about the idea, a small spark of hope lit up in her eyes.
The painter sat in front of her with a blank sheet.
"Madam," he said politely, "please describe the person you saw. I will try my best to bring him onto this paper."
Rose closed her eyes for a moment… as if she was entering her dream again.
"He is tall… around six feet," she began softly.
"He has sharp eyes… very calm but deep."
"His face is fair… but not too fair… a natural glow."
"His hair is slightly wavy… neatly styled."
"He always wears simple but elegant clothes… like a well-disciplined man."
As she described each detail, the painter started sketching carefully.
Everyone in the room became silent. Even the servants stood at a distance, watching with curiosity.
Minutes turned into an hour…
Slowly, the face began to appear on the paper.
When the painter finally turned the sketch towards Rose—
She froze.
Her eyes widened.
Tears rolled down her cheeks… but this time, they were not of sadness.
"Yes… yes… this is him…" she whispered.
"This is my dream boy."
The entire family felt goosebumps.
Mary held Daniel's hand tightly. "We found him… at least his face."
Daniel looked determined. "Now the real search begins."
Copies of the sketch were immediately made. They decided to send it across cities, share it with business contacts, relatives, and even publish it in newspapers if needed.
Rose held the sketch close to her heart that night.
For the first time in many days, she slept peacefully—
Because now, her dream had a face…
And somewhere in this world, that face truly existed.