ABIGAIL POV:
Standing in the rain under an umbrella I look at my mother’s gravestone by my feet.
“Mom, it’s me Abby. I’m sorry it took five years to come see you, but I haven’t had a chance till now to come back to the states,” I say, fighting back tears. I look at my mother’s picture attached to the headstone and now that I’ve grown older, I see so many similarities between us. I slowly place the carnation by her headstone before I kneel to the wet ground.
“Mom, I am married, and the little girl you once held in your hand is a mother herself. You don’t have to worry about me anymore because I’m in a good place now. I’ll bring them to see you sometime soon, I promise.” I stroked a finger across my mother’s picture. Sitting in silence the rain patters softly around me and I cry hard fo
