I sat down in front of my mother's grave and gently set the flowers into the holder that was in the ground. I sighed as I played with the grass in front of me. Feeling how soft and wet it was between my fingertips. How alive it felt among the dead. I worried my bottom lip and peered up at her headstone. My father had spared no expense when he had put her here. Her headstone was gorgeous and made from a dark grey marble with a black plate on it for her name.
"I f****d up. And I know you would tell me to watch my language. I do, but..." I reached up and grabbed my bangs in my hand. "I can't think of any other word that would suit this situation better, mother."
I groaned as I slammed his hands down on the dew coated grass in front of me, curling my nails along the wet Earth. "Father bought
