Sunday morning and it’s my Dad’s death anniversary. I didn’t know that it was already three years since he passed away. I was still little that day when he left me.
The sun shines so brightly and I put a hat on my head matching my beautiful black dress. I waited for my sister and Mom in the car.
They are talking to a man and a woman, typically a husband and wife with their son who's aged like my sister and a boy who's a year older than me.
I looked at them at how they're talking to the cemetery. They feel so okay right now. I can see that they already moved on about what happened to Dad.
But I am stocked on the memories he left me.
"Someday I'll be okay like all of you,"
"I will not cry every night because I miss him,"
"It's just someday," I murmured as I looked at them.
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