Call Me when You are Sure

The weather was a witness to my sombre mood as it change drastically, the sun hiding behind the clouds. The sky was a canvas of somber gray, a heavy cloak of clouds draped across the horizon like a mourning veil. The rain fell in a melancholic rhythm, like tears streaming down a sorrowful face. The wind howled mournfully, carrying the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, as if the very air was grieving. The atmosphere was suffused with a sense of despair, as though the weather itself was lamenting some profound loss.

I got three bouquets of flowers. I made my way to the cemetery, my heart pounding with anticipation as I walked among the graves. And then, finally, I found it - a simple headstone with the names of my family engraved on it - the Frankenstein. As I stood there, I felt a sense of connection with them, a sense of belonging that I had never felt before.

"Mom, Dad, Beatrice, forgive your foolish child and brother for coming so late yo check upon you and I'm so sorry I've h