I kneeled down touching the stone where her name was carved in, I felt another tear rolled down my cheeks and my heart still aching. I released a ragged breath as I fought the tears to stop, but no it didn't, it never did. The memories, it's still fresh, I can still remember everything... all of it.
Being an only child it was really sad for me especially when I have no mom. My mom died when I came out, so I really dont know what is she like and never knew how a mother's love could feel. My father said she looks just like me and I was beautiful like her. My father is an army general, he's not always home so I was practically raised by my baby sitters and my maids.
My father being an army general and her mother a doctor, they met.
It was summer. The hot sun shone. I was only 7 years old when my dad married her mother. A smile formed on the corner of my lips, remembering how cute she is when she wore that little white bluish dress with a black ribbon on her back on the wedding.