I've seen a grown man in a suit, with a bouquet of bright coloured flowers in one hand and guiding his child who was barely 3 years old with the other. As he laid the flowers next to a gravestone, he stood there for a while and his eyes gave away. Eyes that tried to blink back tears, trying to be firm, for the child next to him. Eyes that were heartbroken deep inside.
The girl, who was wearing a black dress with a pink cap that had the words 'Happy Birthday Princess' at the front of it, was still holding her father's hand. She could only look up at her father and contemplate as to why her father was so sad. Eyes so confused because he should be happy as it was Christmas Day and it was her birthday too. Eyes that were still too young to understand, that on the gravestone, was her mother's name. Passed away on the 25th of December.
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