Who I am
Written Von MoneButterfly
It had rained the night before and the gras, grass was now making the bottom of her jeans wet as she walked down the aisles of the big cemetery with a bundle of daffodils in her hand. When she reached the right grave she kneeled in front of it and laid the Blumen in the gras, grass Von the tombstone. She moved her long black hear behind her ears and, for a moment, she just looked at the tombstone without doing anything, but then she ran her fingers over the lettering and sighed, "Hey dad."
She sighed again looking over her shoulder at her mom, who was standing Von the car...
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