One week later…
Wearing a black dress sign of sorrowing to her lost, a woman is sitting in front of a tombstone. Crying all day since the day of lamenting, her tears seem inexhaustible never dry. It’s hard for her to accept but there’s nothing she can do because maybe it’s already his time. All the years they had spent together, still glad she never missed a thing to be with him, only the time he’d been shot and she is not there to save him.
“Mom, let’s go?” Basil asked standing right behind his mother. He even never shed a tear to his grandfather’s death.
Demetria nodded and wiped her tears, touching the name of his father’s name that graves in the tombstone. “I love you, Dad. I’m gonna miss you.” She said once more and stood up from the Bermuda grass.
“Are you okay now, Mom?
