Chapter 77

The sky is now covered with darkness, I'm wearing my black ballet dress and cotton jacket to cover myself from the cold night breeze. I am here sitting in front of my mother's grave. I've been sitting here for almost an hour but I don't dare to open my mouth and say something. All I did is to stare at her name that was engraved on the tombstone while remembering our memories together.

I wished I could turn back the time. I wished I record every moment that I had with her because I'm afraid that I might slip one memory of us. I don't want to forget any of our memories. Even our simple arguments, even my tantrums, and her sermon. I don't want to forget those things.

"Ma'am, we should head back home now" Piato suddenly interrupts my thoughts.

I look at him through the corner of my eyes and I saw him beside me standing with his head bend down.

"Why?" I stupidly ask in a low tired voice.

I saw him lift his head and confusingly eye me but I didn't utter