This is how I always find Mom’s grave, always surrounded by colorful varieties of flowers. If one day, whoever puts flowers in her grave stopped, I would have difficulty finding her. This is the first time Grandmama is not with me in visiting Mom. I knelt, picking some flowers on the side to place the flowers Jeremy brought for her.
“Your Mom must have lots of friends, Sai,” Jeremy said as he lighted the candles.
I shrugged, pursing my lips as I remembered what Grandmama had said. “Grandmama said only one person put all these here. He never forgets my mom… His first love,” I smiled at him.
“He? Your dad?” He asked, glancing at me and then looking back at the candles.
I scoffed. “I don’t even know if my dad’s alive, Jeremy,” I said, standing up to place the mat on the grass. We usua
