A gentle breeze wafted through the crowd as many began to make their way out of the graveyard, yet you and your parents lingered by your mother's friend's grave, where vibrant bouquets of sorrow adorned the stone, brightening the otherwise somber surroundings. Sighing deeply, you wrapped your arms around your mother, offering solace as she wept for her dear friend, a bond you could only partially understand. Though you didn't share the same intimate grief, a heaviness settled in your chest—an unwelcome echo of loss. After what felt like an age, your parents began to move away, bound by the demands of work and leaving you momentarily 'alone' with the fresh grave. As you watched their figures recede into the distance, your gaze returned to the marker, where you finally noticed a boy about your age, quietly kneeling in grief—her son, you realized, sharing the weight of this profound sorrow with you.