We drove to the cemetery. The car is filled with silence apart from the sighs that we take turns in heaving. It only took a few minutes because I chose the memorial park that is closest to our home.
He’s also not saying anything though I can feel him looking at me from time to time while driving. I think he has a lot that he wants to ask me. I wonder why he isn’t talking yet.
I went down from his car as soon as it came to a halt. I didn’t wait for him, didn’t even bother to look if he followed me or what. I just headed to where my child’s grave stone is. But I heard his footsteps behind me after a while.
We were still quiet until I finally stopped walking. I looked down at the name that is engraved on the rectangular piece of marble. I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up as I feel t
