Your father picked you up from your car seat and held you firmly on his arm. Today you where paying your mother a visit. He carried you down to the tombstone, putting you down.

“ Go and put the pretty flowers down for mommy.. I’m sure she’ll love them. “

After placing them down, He sat you on his knee and spoke in a soothing voice.

“ Your mother would’ve loved to play with you, and to carry you around- “

He sounded as if he- was going to cry..

“ You look just like her. “