Epilogue

It has been a year since Mei died and I was starting to get used to her not being around. Although today that I remembered that she would have been alive with the bay and I, it hurts. Our daughter is a year old and she looks so much like Mei. Her hair is really long, it already reached mid back. She’s shy and lives the rose bushes. It seems like she’s a reincarnation of her mother. She plays around at her house. She also loves the rose vase where Mei’s things are being held. They gave me the rings and the locket and buried her like that. I have my daughter the locket but the rings were stored in the rose.

I would make sure to keep it somewhere safe and away from Mei. It’s too precious to get lost.

“Mei,” I called out to her. She ran down the stairs, stood in front of me and smiled. She was still wobbly and I always warned her not run down the stairs. She started walking three months ago and now she thinks running down the stairs is such an easy task.

“Mei, I keep telling you to