The Leaf from the Tree of Life

It's 2 p.m. Four little children are sitting on the cemetery wall, looking at the people who are crying. All the crying people know that this cycle must happen, but their pain won't let them find peace. On one side, there's a wish to have spent more time with her, while on the other side, there's happiness that the old woman's pain and troubles have come to an end. No one knows which one feels more right. The young woman's neighbors seem as if they are not at a funeral. Two women are talking about their children's lives, while the other tries to ease her conscience by sharing memories of the deceased. The sky is overcast. The rain is about to fall. The women don’t want to get wet. The young girl is focused on the granddaughter of the woman at the grave. As she grieves, who knows what she’s going through? The deceased woman's daughters are torn between crying and holding back their tears. Her son tries to stay strong with his own son. He must support his sisters. Aside from that, no one familiar is around. Where are the people who said they loved her? No one knows. The little girl on the wall turned to another child. 'Why are there so few of them?' Another one replied, 'She valued the wrong people in her life.' 'Can value be wrong?' 'It can.' The girl turned her eyes back to the grave, where her friend had been. A long silence followed. During this time, the dark clouds scattered with the wind. The sun broke through. The children lifted their eyes to the sky and looked at the air. The child who had spoken earlier spoke again. 'Now, it’s peaceful.' 'How are you sure of that?' 'Look at the sky.' The young woman realized that all the beautiful prayers had reached the old woman. She turned around and left the cemetery. The old woman approached the children from behind. Smiling, she touched their shoulders. 'We can leave now.'