ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN

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 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN

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She sat down again and let a minute of silence surround them. She can hear the distant laughter of other people and their chatters. There were also the sounds of the fluttering birds and the gentle swaying of the leaves from the wind. 

She looked up at the sky, trying to organize her thoughts. It was hard, she doesn’t know what to tell them first. These few months were event full, there are many things that happened that she can’t understand them at all. Still, there was a need to tell them about. She wants to complain, she wants to ask for advice, and she wants to share her excitement to them.

Too bad, they’re gone.

“Hey, mom and dad. I… I honestly have no idea what to say.” She laughed at her honest words. The winds picked the flowers they put in a vase in between the two tombstones. It seems like they we